One Day The Nouns Were Clustered In

Summer In The Trees! “it Is Time To Strangle Several Bad Poets.

When You Finish A Poem, It Clicks Shut Like The Top Of A Jewel Box, But Prose Is Endless. I Haven't Experienced An Awful Lot Of Clicking Shut!

One Day The Nouns Were Clustered In The Street. An Adjective Walked By, With Her Dark Beauty. The Nouns Were Struck, Moved, Changed. The Next Day A Verb Drove Up, And Created The Sentence.

Certainly, It Seems True Enough That There's A Good Deal Of Irony In The World... I Mean, If You Live In A World Full Of Politicians And Advertising, There's Obviously A Lot Of Deception.

I Wonder If I Ever Thought Of An Ideal Reader... I Guess When I Was In My 20s And In New York And Maybe Even In My Early 30s, I Would Write For My Wife Janice... Mainly For My Poet Friends And My Wife, Who Was Very Smart About Poetry.