People Are So In Need, In Need

When I Start Writing A Poem, I Don't Think About Models Or About What Anybody Else In The World Has Done.

Already I Am No Longer Looked At With Lechery Or Love.

Exhaust The Little Moment. Soon It Dies. And Be It Gash Or Gold It Will Not Come Again In This Identical Guise.

At A Certain Moment In Social Proceedings, I Am On Fire To Leave: I Have A Leaving-fit.

When White And Black Meet Today, Sometimes There Is A Ready Understanding That There Has Been An Encounter Between Two Human Beings. But Often There Is Only, Or Chiefly, An Awareness That Two Colors Are In The Room.