Boys Dream Of Native Girls Who Bring

I Don't Think I Write Well - Just Better Than Anyone Else.

Death Is No Different Whined At Than Withstood.

I Listen To Money Singing, It's Like Looking Down From Long French Windows At A Provincial Town. The Slums, The Canal, The Churches Ornate And Mad In The Evening Sun. It Is Intensely Sad.

I Never Think Of Poetry Or The Poetry Scene, Only Separate Poems Written By Individuals.

I'd Like To Think...that People In Pubs Would Talk About My Poems