Love Is Form, And Cannot Be Without

I Was Playing Catch With The European Audience.

All That Matters Is That The Thing Be The Thing Of The Thing.

I'm Sorry, But I Was Born With A Towel On My Head.

I Defer To All These Other American Poets Who, For Some Reason, I Both Envy And Admire.

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