I Wonder If The Artist Ever Lives

I Am Not Lazy. I Am On The Amphetamine Of The Soul. I Am, Each Day, Typing Out The God My Typewriter Believes In.

What A Lay Me Down This Is With Two Pink, Two Orange, Two Green, Two White Goodnights.

When I Lie Down To Love, Old Dwarf Heart Shakes Her Head. Like An Imbecile She Was Born Old.

I See Myself As One Would See Another. I Have Been Cut In Two.

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