Be Careful What You Swallow. Chew!

People Like Definite Decisions, / Tidy Answers, All The Little Ravelings / Snipped Off, The Lint Removed, They / Hop Happily Among Their Roughs / Calling What They Can't Clutch Insanity / Or Saintliness.

There Are No Magics Or Elves / Or Timely Godmothers To Guide Us. We Are Lost, Must / Wizard A Track Through Our Own Screaming Weed.

I Know That The Black Emphasis Must Be Not Against White But For Black.

Do Not Be Afraid Of No, Who Has So Far, So Very Far To Go.

I Tell Poets That When A Line Just Floats Into Your Head, Don't Pay Attention 'cause It Probably Has Floated Into Somebody Else's Head.