I Want You To Hear A New

If You Write Well, You Don't Have To Dress Funny.

There Ain't Nothin' To Dyin', Really. You Just Get Tired. You Kind Of Drift Away.

Poetry Is A Hazardous Occupation, Very Hazardous. There May Be Bad Things In There Inside You That Maybe You Can't Handle.

To Be Precise And Reckless: That Is The Consummation Devoutly To Be Wished.

You Are Bound, My Hunch Is, To Make It Just Fine.