You Can't Photograph Everything.

My Books Piled Up Before Me For My Use Waiting In Space Where I Placed Them, They Haven't Disappeared, Time's Left Its Remnants And Qualities For Me To Use -- My Words Piled Up, My Texts, My Manuscripts, My Loves.

Unholy Battered Old Thing You Were, My Sunflower O My Soul, I Loved You Then!

Poetry's Role Is To Provide Spontaneous Individual Candor As Distinct From Manipulation And Brainwash.

What Peaches And What Penumbras! Whole Families Shopping At Night! Aisles Full Of Husbands! Wives In The Avocados, Babies In The Tomatoes!--and You, Garcia Lorca, What Were You Doing Down By The Watermelons?

Sanity - A Trick Of Agreement