Songs to Joannes
II
- The skin-sack
- In which a wanton duality
- Packed
- All the completion of my infructuous impulses
- Something the shape of a man
- To the casual vulgarity of the merely observant
- More a clock-work mechanism
- To which I am not paced
- My finger-tips are numb from fretting your hair
- A God's door mat
- On the threshold of your mind
~Mina Loy