A Poem May Be Worked Over Once

Pressed Into Service Means Pressed Out Of Shape.

I Cut My Own Hair. I Got Sick Of Barbers Because They Talk Too Much. And Too Much Of Their Talk Was About My Hair Coming Out.

A Poem Begins In Delight And Ends In Wisdom.

Freedom Is Slavery Some Poets Tell Us. Enslave Yourself To The Right Leader's Truth, Christ's Or Karl Marx', And It Will Set You Free.

One Aged Man - One Man - Can't Fill A House.