Why Should Poetry Have To Make Sense?

So When I Cease To Be I Want To Go Back...to The Sea! Oh For The Life Of A Sardine! That Is The Life For Me!

The Glamour Of It All! New York! America!

I Am What I Am: An Individual, Unique And Different, With A Lineal History Of Ancestral Promptings And Urgings, A History Of Dreams, Desires, And Of Special Experiences, All Of Which I Am The Sum Total.

Man Is An Animal With Primary Instincts Of Survival. Consequently His Ingenuity Has Developed First And His Soul Afterwards. The Progress Of Science Is Far Ahead Of Man's Ethical Behavior.

Only The Unloved Hate; The Unloved And The Unnatural.