I Felt That I Breathed An Atmosphere

To Speak Algebraically, Mr. M. Is Execrable, But Mr. G. Is (x + 1)- Ecrable.

Sometimes I’m Terrified Of My Heart; Of Its Constant Hunger For Whatever It Is It Wants. The Way It Stops And Starts.

Man Is An Animal That Diddles, And There Is No Animal That Diddles But Man.

Yes," I Said, "for The Love Of God!

A Poem Deserves Its Title Only Inasmuch As It Excites, By Elevating The Soul.