Man Is A Bird Full Of Mud,

But My Future Is A Secret. / It Is As Shy As A Mole.

Daylight Is Nobody's Friend. God Comes In Like A Landlord And Flashes On His Brassy Lamp.

Poems Aren't Postcards To Send Home.

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

When They Turn The Sun On Again I'll Plant Children Under It, I'll Light Up My Soul With A Match And Let It Sing.