Even So, I Must Admire Your Skill.

You Who Have Inhabited Me In The Deepest And Most Broken Place, Are Going, Going

Of Course The New Testament Is Very Small. Its Mouth Opens Four Times As Out-of-date As A Prehistoric Monster, Yet Somehow Man-made.

Every Time I Get Happy The Nana-hex Comes Through. Birds Turn Into Plumber's Tools, A Sonnet Turns Into A Dirty Joke, A Wind Turns Into A Tracheotomy, A Boat Turns Into A Corpse.

In A Dream You Are Never Eighty.

I Am Teaching... This Year It's Kind Of Like Having A Love Affair With A Rhinoceros.