Aloneness And Selfness Are Too Important To

It Is A Terrible Thing To Be So Open: It Is As If My Heart Put On A Face And Walked Into The World.

If I Have A Dry Spell ... I Wait And Live Harder, Eyes, Ears, And Heart Open, And When The Productive Time Comes, It Is That Much Richer.

I Lean To You, Numb As A Fossil. Tell Me I'm Here.

The Blood Jet Is Poetry And There Is No Stopping It.

I Shut My Eyes And All The World Drops Dead; I Lift My Lids And All Is Born Again. (i Think I Made You Up Inside My Head.) The Stars Go Waltzing Out In Blue And Red, And Arbitrary Blackness Gallops In: I Shut My Eyes And All The World Drops Dead. I Dreamed That You Bewitched Me Into Bed And Sung Me Moon-struck, Kissed Me Quite Insane. (i Think I Made You Up Inside My Head.)