We Are All Writing God's Poem.

Psychiatry Is A Dirty Mirror.

Suicides Have A Special Language. Like Carpenters They Want To Know Which Tools. They Never Ask Why Build.

All In All, I'd Say, The World Is Strangling.

Loving Me With My Shoes Off Means Loving My Long Brown Legs, Sweet Dears, As Good As Spoons; And My Feet, Those Two Children Let Out To Play Naked.

I've Grown Tired Of Love You Are The Trouble With Me I Watch You Walk Right By