What Is The Past, What Is It

I Tried Each Thing, Only Some Were Immortal And Free.

The First Year Was Like Icing. Then The Cake Started To Show Through.

Some Certified Nut Will Try To Tell You It's Poetry, (it's Extraordinary, It Makes A Great Deal Of Sense) But Watch Out Or He'll Start With Some New Notion Or Other.

To The Poet As A Basement Quilt, But Perhaps To Some Reader A Latticework Of Regrets.

Will Occur As Time Grows More Open About It.