I Feel That Poetry Is Going On

Silly Girls Your Heads Full Of Boys

Just When I Thought There Wasn't Room Enough For Another Thought In My Head, I Had This Great Idea—

In The Increasingly Convincing Darkness The Words Become Palpable, Like A Fruit That Is Too Beautiful To Eat.

All Beauty, Resonance, Integrity, Exist By Deprivation Or Logic Of Strange Position.

Extreme Patience And Persistence Are Required, Yet Everybody Succeeds At This Before Being Handed The Surprise Box Lunch Of The Rest Of His Life.