One Joins The Movement In A Valueless

I Deliberately Wrote A Poem In My Last Book Where I Was Suggesting That There Are Other Passions As Great As Or More Important Than The Passion Of Sex.

Many Of My Poems Are Not Sexual.

We Tend To Put Poems Into Factions. And It Restricts Our Reading.

As If Hands Were Enough To Hold An Avalanche Off.

The Painter Saw What Was, An Alternate Candor And Secrecy Inside The Skin.