I Went Home Each Night Dizzy And

I Am A Poem. There Is No Way Out.

Oh, I Don’t Mean You’re Handsome, Not The Way People Think Of Handsome. Your Face Seems Kind. But Your Eyes - They’re Beautiful. They’re Wild, Crazy, Like Some Animal Peering Out Of A Forest On Fire.

That Your Power Of Command With Simple Language Was One Of The Magnificent Things Of Our Century. (from The Poem: Result)

Maybe When I Get In The Grave, Things Will Be Beautiful.

An Early Taste Of Death Is Not Necessarily A Bad Thing.