The Immature Poet Imitates, The Mature Poet

We Are The Hollow Men We Are The Stuffed Men Leaning Together...

The Pekes And The Pollicles, Everyone Knows, Are Proud And Implacable, Passionate Foes; It Is Always The Same, Wherever One Goes. And The Pugs And The Poms, Although Most People Say That They Do Not Like Fighting, Will Often Display Every Symptom Of Wanting To Join In The Fray. And They Bark Bark Bark Bark Bark Bark Until You Can Hear Them All Over The Park.

We Had The Experience But Missed The Meaning. And Approach To The Meaning Restores The Experience In A Different Form.

Those Who Arrive At The End Of The Journey Are Not Those Who Began.

I Should Have Been A Pair Of Ragged Claws/ Scuttling Across The Floors Of Silent Seas.