You Too Must Seek The Sun.

Poetry Is The One Place Where People Can Speak Their Original Human Mind. It Is The Outlet For People To Say In Public What Is Known In Private.

When You Notice Something Clearly And See It Vividly, It Then Becomes Sacred.

What If Someone Gave A War And Nobody Came?

Unholy Battered Old Thing You Were, My Sunflower O My Soul, I Loved You Then!

Naked In Solitary Prison Cell He Looks Down At A Hard-on.