I Don't Think I Write Well -

If You Tell A Novelist, 'life's Not Like That', He Has To Do Something About It. The Poet Simply Replies, 'no, But I Am.'

Clearly Money Has Something To Do With Life.

My Age Fallen Away Like White Swaddling Floats In The Middle Distance, Becomes An Inhabited Cloud.

There Is Bad In All Good Authors: What A Pity The Converse Isn't True!

All The Unhurried Day / Your Mind Lay Open Like A Drawer Of Knives.