The Sanest Thing In This World Is

God Owns Heaven But He Craves The Earth.

Yet Love Enters My Blood Like An I.v., Dripping In Its Little White Moments.

I Was Only Sitting Here In My White Study With The Awful Black Words Pushing Me Around.

It Was As If A Morning-glory Had Bloomed In Her Throat, And All That Blue And Small Pollen Ate Into My Heart, Violent And Religious

Bless All Useful Objects, The Spoons Made Of Bone, The Mattress I Cook My Dreams Upon, The Typewriter That Is My Church With An Altar Of Keys Always Waiting.