N Othi N G Can S Urpas

Twice I Have Lived Forever In A Smile

At Least The Pilgrim Fathers Used To Shoot Indians: The Pilgrim Children Merely Punch Time Clocks.

...and Down They Forgot As Up They Grew.

I'm Living So Far Beyond My Income That We May Almost Be Said To Be Living Apart.

The Mind Is Its Own Beautiful Prisoner. Mind Looked Long At The Sticky Moon Opening In Dusk Her New Wings Then Decently Hanged Himself,one Afternoon. The Last Thing He Saw Was You Naked Amid Unnaked Things.