You Who Have Inhabited Me In The

I'll Vacuum Up My Stale Hair, I'll Pay All My Neighbors' Bad Debts, I'll Write A Poem Called Yellow And Put My Lips Down To Drink It Up.

Put Your Ear Down Close To Your Soul And Listen Hard.

Letters Are False Really - They Are Expressions Of The Way You Wish You Were Instead Of The Way You Are.

... Man Is Eating The Earth Up Like A Candy Bar.

Poets Are Sitting In My Kitchen. Why Do These Poets Lie? Why Do Children Get Children And Did You Hear What It Said?