The Thing About Cats, As You May

Poetry Lies Its Way To The Truth.

A Neighborhood Is A Residential Area That Is Changing For The Worse.

One Night I Dreamed I Was Locked In My Father's Watch With Ptolemy And Twenty-one Ruby Stars Mounted On Spheres And The Primum Mobile Coiled And Gleaming To The End Of Space And The Notched Spheres Eating Each Other's Rinds To The Last Tooth Of Time, And The Case Closed.

Every Parent Is At Some Time The Father Of The Unreturned Prodigal, With Nothing To Do But Keep His House Open To Hope.

Men Marry What They Need. I Marry You.