Sometimes, Walking With A Friend, I Forget

Here I Am In The Garden Laughing An Old Woman With Heavy Breasts And A Nicely Mapped Face How Did This Happen Well That's Who I Wanted To Be At Last A Woman In The Old Style Sitting Stout Thighs Apart Under A Big Skirt Grandchild Sliding On Off My Lap A Pleasant Summer Perspiration That's My Old Man Across The Yard He's Talking To The Meter Reader He's Telling Him The World's Sad Story How Electricity Is Oil Or Uranium And So Forth I Tell My Grandson Run Over To Your Grandpa Ask Him To Sit Beside Me For A Minute I Am Suddenly Exhausted By My Desire To Kiss His Sweet Explaining Lips.

Let Us Go Forth With Fear And Courage And Rage To Save The World.

Rosiness Is Not A Worse Windowpane Than Gloomy Gray When Viewing The World.

…i Go Through A Story For Lies. I Might Discover The Lie Of Trying To Show Off. Sometimes They’re Lies Of Character. Sometimes They Are Lies Of Writing The Most Beautiful Sentence In The World That Has Nothing To Do With The Story.

Paul Goodman Was Not Ahead Of His Time But In His Time.