God, Let Me Remember All Good Losers.

The Impact Of Television On Our Culture Is Just Indescribable.

The Sea Is Always The Same: And Yet The Sea Always Changes.

Tongues Wrangled Dark At A Man. He Buttoned His Overcoat And Stood Alone. In A Snowstorm, Red Hollyberries, Thoughts, He Stood Alone.

I Take You And Pile High The Memories. Death Will Break Her Claws On Some I Keep.

Poetry Is A Diary Kept By A Sea Creature Who Lives On Land And Wishes He Could Fly.