I'm One Of The Cliches That Has

There Are No Hierarchies, No Infinite, No Such Many As Mass, There Are Only/ Eyes In All Heads,/ To Be Looked Out Of.

I'm Sorry, But I Was Born With A Towel On My Head.

We All Want What's Been Suddenly Disallowed.

I Defer To All These Other American Poets Who, For Some Reason, I Both Envy And Admire.

Atlantis Will Rise Again.