Life Pulls Softly Inside Your Bindings. The

He Came After Homer And Before Gertrude Stein, A Difficult Interval For A Poet.

Those Nights Lying Alone Are Not Discontinuous With This Cold Hectic Dawn. It Is Who I Am.

At Least Half Of Your Mind Is Always Thinking, I'll Be Leaving; This Won't Last. It's A Good Buddhist Attitude. If I Were A Buddhist, This Would Be A Great Help. As It Is, I'm Just Sad.

He Stood Against The Wind And Let It Peel Him Clean

The Man Has A Theory. The Woman Has Hipbones. Here Comes Death.