Poems Aren't Postcards To Send

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

Blue Eyes Wash Off Sometimes.

Oh Sharp Diamond, My Mother! I Could Not Count The Cost Of All Your Faces, Your Moods That Present That I Lost. Sweet Girl, My Deathbed, My Jewel-fingered Lady...

When Someone Kisses Someone Or Flushes The Toilet It Is My Other Who Sits In A Ball And Cries. My Other Beats A Tin Drum In My Heart. My Other Hangs Up Laundry As I Try To Sleep. My Other Cries And Cries And Cries When I Put On A Cocktail Dress.

I Said, The Poets Are There I Hear Them Singing And Lying Around Their Round Table And Around Me Still.