I Was Spread Out Dailyand Examined For

Sometimes The Soul Takes Pictures Of Things It Has Wished For, But Never Seen.

My Life Has Appeared Unclothed In Court, Detail By Detail, Death-bone Witness By Death-bone Witness, And I Was Shamed At The Verdict.

No One To Hate Except The Slim Fish Of Memory That Slides In And Out Of My Brain.

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

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