I Was Only Sitting Here In My

Rejoice With The Day Lily For It Is Born For A Day To Live By The Mailbox And Glorify The Roadside

I Said, The Poets Are There I Hear Them Singing And Lying Around Their Round Table And Around Me Still.

Depression Is Boring, I Think And I Would Do Better To Make Some Soup And Light Up The Cave.

Give Me Your Skin As Sheer As A Cobweb, Let Me Open It Up And Listen In And Scoop Out The Dark.

The Sky Breaks. It Sags And Breathes Upon My Face. In The Presence Of Mine Enemies, Mine Enemies The World Is Full Of Enemies. There Is No Safe Place.