THE DOG BY THE LAKE ON THE WALL OF MY ROOM HAS NO THOUGHTS OF A HIGH HEELED SHOE WHICH COMES UP FROM BEHIND ON THE FOOT OF A GHOST WHO WAS PIERCED BY A FRUIT—(SOME WOULD FEAR) BUT I LOOK THROUGH EYES OF THE FACE OF A LION AND THE DEER LOOKS THROUGH EYES OF A DEER WHILE BARBARA LOOKS INTO A ROOM OUT IN FRONT AND WAITS FOR HER SOUL TO APPEAR WHILE SHIRLEY LOOKS INTO A BELL GLASS JAR AND WAITS FOR HER SOUL TO APPEAR           Donald Roller Wilson, 1975