Poetry Is A Naked Woman, A Naked

As I Get Older I Perceive Life Has Its Tail In Its Mouth.

See It Was Like This When We Waltz Into This Place. A Couple Of Papish Cats Is Doing An Aztec Two-step And I Says Dad Let's Cut But Then This Dame Comes Up Behind Me See And Says You And Me Could Really Exist Wow I Says Only The Next Day She Has Bad Teeth And Really Hates Poetry.

The Paintings May Communicate Even Better Because People Are Lazy And They Can Look At A Painting With Less Effort Than They Can Read A Poem.

Southern California, Where The American Dream Came Too True.

The Future Of Publishing Lies With The Small And Medium-sized Presses, Because The Big Publishers In New York Are All Part Of Huge Conglomerates.