What, What Am I To Do With

Life Must Be Aromatic. There Must Be Scent, Somehow There Must Be Some.

I Tell Poets That When A Line Just Floats Into Your Head, Don't Pay Attention 'cause It Probably Has Floated Into Somebody Else's Head.

Already I Am No Longer Looked At With Lechery Or Love.

Nothing Could Stop Mississippi.

Be Yourself. Don't Imitate Other Poets. You Are As Important As They Are.