Life of the mind
a secret was her only company
that and her books
her doll is gone away to live
(they say) in the country
so buying a rose we mistake it
(strange fancy) for a bell
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Bad neighborhood
my own acre
among the whorehouses of the Lord
I walk ’round it
finding no time to speak
walk my mastiff on by the virtuosos
with their discreet tricks
who are witty till 12 at night
and I am ashamed to sit alone
my candle not enough to light
my own ache
Hobo
places made of bridges and old differences
I remember them afterwards
I have no friends but sleep
and the morning sand
Solace
foggy morning
I find myself alone
with a cold pie
Day planner
a clock dark with tocking
cold ash of an afternoon
I keep poor company
Self-medication
keeping my body in a bottle
to take and talk to
I drink myself warm
I think myself a very pleasant present
Quiet house
a long call
and the sudden nothing after
alone in bed
Loner
ash for my wages
my being much alone
like any art that children learn
the only business
of the heart will in time be
the present
Recluse
out of my mind
I sat in my closet
no world called to me
but a clock
Psychologically ultimate seashore
angry as a noon toothache
raw and alone
the sea books a ticket
to my sleep
Aquarium
The dolphin dined
on a sandwich all alone.
I talk with my ma.
Apart
I go by the clock below,
rising in the west.
I drink all night.
Within me, a morrow
given up to another.
I lie alone all night.