Suddenly I'm Not Half The Girl I

You Cutting The Lawn, Fixing The Machines, All This Leprous Day And Then More Vodka, More Soda And The Pond Forgiving Our Bodies, The Pond Sucking Out The Throb.

To Die Whole, Riddled With Nothing But Desire For It, Is Like Breakfast After Love.

And What Of The Dead? They Lie Without Shoes In The Stone Boats. They Are More Like Stone Than The Sea Would Be If It Stopped. They Refuse To Be Blessed, Throat, Eye And Knucklebone.

Need Is Not Quite Belief.

In An Old Time There Was A King As Wise As A Dictionary.