Life Is A Trick, Life Is A

The Little Girl Skipped By Under The Wrinkled Oak Leaves And Held Fast To A Replica Of Herself.

I Would Like To Bury All The Hating Eyes Under The Sand Somewhere.

The Silence Is Death. It Comes Each Day With Its Shock To Sit On My Shoulder, A White Bird, And Peck At The Black Eyes And The Vibrating Red Muscle Of My Mouth.

I Am In My Own Mind. I Am Locked In The Wrong House.

The Sanest Thing In This World Is Love.