Psychiatry Is A Dirty Mirror.

The Joy That Isn't Shared Dies Young.

Everyone Has Left Me Except My Muse, That Good Nurse. She Stays In My Hand, A Mild White Mouse.

Yes, I Know. Death Sits With His Key In My Lock. Not One Day Is Taken For Granted. Even Nursery Rhymes Have Put Me In Hock.

Let God Be Some Tribal Female Who Is Known But Forbidden.

God Owns Heaven But He Craves The Earth.