On This Twelfth Day Of My Diet

We Are Trying To Live As If We Were An Experiment Conducted By The Future

Like Species, Couples Die Out Or Evolve.

Our Wedding Plans Please Everybody As If We Were Fertilizing The Earth And Creating Social Luck.

The Mind Wraps Itself Around A Poem. It Is Almost Sensual, Particularly If You Work On A Computer. You Can Turn The Poem Round And About And Upside Down, Dancing With It A Kind Of Bolero Of Two Snakes Twisting And Coiling, Until The Poem Has Found Its Right And Proper Shape.

Attention Is Love, What We Must Give Children, Mothers, Fathers, Pets, Our Friends, The News, The Woes Of Others. What We Want To Change We Curse And Then Pick Up A Tool. Bless Whatever You Can With Eyes And Hands And Tongue. If You Can't Bless It, Get Ready To Make It New.