My Eyes, Those Sluts, Those Whores, Would

My Ideas Are A Curse. They Spring From A Radical Discontent With The Awful Order Of Things. I Play Clown. I Play Carpenter. I Play Nurse. I Play Witch.

The Marriage Twists, Holds Firm, A Sailor's Knot.

A Woman / Who Loves A Woman / Is Forever Young.

Well, One Gets Out Of Bed And The Planets Don't Always Hiss Or Muck Up The Day, Each Day.

All I Am Is The Trick Of Words Writing Themselves.