To Be Without God Is To Be

The Joy That Isn't Shared Dies Young.

My Business Is Words. Words Are Like Labels, Or Coins, Or Better, Like Swarming Bees.

But My Future Is A Secret. / It Is As Shy As A Mole.

Once I Was A Couple. I Was My Own King And Queen With Cheese And Bread And Rosé On The Rocks Of Rockport.

When They Turn The Sun On Again I'll Plant Children Under It, I'll Light Up My Soul With A Match And Let It Sing.