One Day Anyone Died I Guess (and

I Do Not Know What It Is About You That Closes And Opens;only Something In Me Understands The Voice Of Your Eyes Is Deeper Than All Roses

I Like My Body When It Is With Your Body. It Is So Quite New A Thing. Muscles Better And Nerves More.

It Takes Courage To Grow Up And Become Who You Really Are.

O To Be In Finland/ Now That Russia's Here)

It Is With Roses And Locomotives (not To Mention Acrobats Spring Electricity Coney Island The 4th Of July The Eyes Of Mice And Niagara Falls) That My Poems Are Competing.