But Sometimes Everything I Write

And Blue-lung'd Combers Lumbered To The Kill.

Most Poetry Is Very Formal, But When A Modern Poet Is Formal He Gets More Attention For It Than Old Poets Did.

If Youth Is A Defect, It Is One We Outgrow Too Soon.

We Feel The Machine Slipping From Our Hands As If Someone Else Were Steering; If We See Light At The End Of The Tunnel, It's The Light Of The Oncoming Train.

Wallowing In This Bloody Sty, I Cast For Fish That Pleased My Eye