What Is So Real As The Cry

Sometimes I Feel So Stupid And Dull And Uncreative That I Am Amazed When People Tell Me Differently.

I Wonder About All The Roads Not Taken And Am Moved To Quote Frost...but Won't. It Is Sad To Be Able Only To Mouth Other Poets. I Want Someone To Mouth Me.

If You Dissect A Bird / To Diagram The Tongue, / You'll Cut The Chord / Articulating Song.

We Must Be Moving, Working, Making Dreams To Run Toward; The Poverty Of Life Without Dreams Is Too Horrible To Imagine.

What Is My Life For And What Am I Going To Do With It? I Don't Know And I'm Afraid.