I Who Was A House Full Of

I Find Now, Swallowing One Teaspoon Of Pain, That It Drops Downward To The Past Where It Mixes With Last Year’s Cupful And Downward Into A Decade’s Quart And Downward Into A Lifetime’s Ocean. I Alternate Treading Water And Deadman’s Float.

Watch Out For Love (unless It Is True, And Every Part Of You Says Yes Including The Toes), It Will Wrap You Up Like A Mummy, And Your Scream Won't Be Heard And None Of Your Running Will Run.

Only My Books Anoint Me, And A Few Friends, Those Who Reach Into My Veins.

Not That It Was Beautiful, But That I Found Some Order There.

Oh Thumb, I Want A Drink It Is Dark, Where Are The Big People, When Will I Get There...?