Death's In The Good-bye.

I Hoard Books. They Are People Who Do Not Leave.

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

The Town Is Silent. The Night Boils With Eleven Stars. Oh Starry Starry Night! This Is How I Want To Die.

Today God Gives Milk / And I Have The Pail.

But Even In A Telephone Booth Evil Can Seep Out Of The Receiver And We Must Cover It With A Mattress, And Then Tear It From Its Roots And Bury It, Bury It.