I Like Poems You Can Tack All

A Perfect Example Of The New Republic's Urge To Drape Itself With The Togas Of Classical Respectability.

This Whole Moment Is The Groin Of A Borborygmic Giant Who Even Now Is Rolling Over On Us In His Sleep.

I Like Poems You Can Tack All Over With A Hammer And There Are No Hollow Places.

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

Expecting Rain, The Profile Of A Day Wears Its Soul Like A Hat.