I Desire The Things That Will Destroy

If There's Anything I Look Down On, It's A Man In A Blue Outfit.

I Am What I Feel And Think And Do.

My Thoughts Are Crabbed And Sallow, My Tears Like Vinegar, Or The Bitter Blinking Yellow Of An Acetic Star. Tonight The Caustic Wind, Love, Gossips Late And Soon, And I Wear The Wry-faced Pucker Of The Sour Lemon Moon. While Like An Early Summer Plum, Puny, Green, And Tart, Droops Upon Its Wizened Stem My Lean, Unripened Heart.

I Must Get My Soul Back From You; I Am Killing My Flesh Without It.

The Sky Leans On Me, Me, The One Upright Among All Horizontals.