Love Your Self's Self Where

Someone Is Dead. Even The Trees Know It, Those Poor Old Dancers Who Come On Lewdly, All Pea-green Scarfs And Spine Pole.

O Yellow Eye, Let Me Be Sick With Your Heat, Let Me Be Feverish And Frowning.

It Doesn't Matter Who My Father Was; It Matters Who I Remember He Was.

Watch Out For Intellect, Because It Knows So Much It Knows Nothing And Leaves You Hanging Upside Down, Mouthing Knowledge As Your Heart Falls Out Of Your Mouth.

Big Heart, Wide As A Watermelon, But Wise As Birth, There Is So Much Abundance In The People I Have.