To Tell The Truth Days Are All

My Business Is Words. Words Are Like Labels, Or Coins, Or Better, Like Swarming Bees.

I Am Teaching... This Year It's Kind Of Like Having A Love Affair With A Rhinoceros.

Not That It Was Beautiful, But That, In The End, There Was A Certain Sense Of Order There; Something Worth Learning In That Narrow Diary Of My Mind

My Mouth Blooms Like A Cut.

I Tied Down Time With A Rope But It Came Back. Then I Put My Head In A Death Bowl And My Eyes Shut Up Like Clams. They Didn't Come Back.