You Just Rebel Against Everything. How Are

The Role Of The Poet Is Almost Nothing...drearily Nothing. And When He Steps Outside Of His Boots And Tries To Get Tough As Our Dear Ezra [pound] Did, He Will Get His Pink Little Ass Slapped.

It's Better To Be Happy...if You Can..!!

I Knew It Would Be You

I'm Very Clever At Hiding Poems Perhaps More Clever Than I Am At Writing Them.

I Want So Much That Is Not Here And Do Not Know Where To Go.