Writing Free Verse Is Like Playing Tennis

He Burned His House Down For The Fire Insurance And Spent The Proceeds On A Telescope.

Our Life Runs Down In Sending Up The Clock. The Brook Runs Down In Sending Up Our Life. The Sun Runs Down In Sending Up The Brook. And There Is Something Sending Up The Sun.

Freedom Is Slavery Some Poets Tell Us. Enslave Yourself To The Right Leader's Truth, Christ's Or Karl Marx', And It Will Set You Free.

O Hushed October Morning Mild, Thy Leaves Have Ripened To The Fall; Tomorrow's Wind, If It Be Wild, Should Waste Them All. The Crows Above The Forest Call; Tomorrow They May Form And Go. O Hushed October Morning Mild, Begin The Hours Of This Day Slow. Make The Day Seem To Us Less Brief. Hearts Not Averse To Being Beguiled, Beguile Us In The Way You Know. Release One Leaf At Break Of Day; At Noon Release Another Leaf; One From Our Trees, One Far Away.

The People I Want To Hear About Are The People Who Take Risks.