Freedom Is Baffling: Men Having

The Machine Yes The Machine Never Wastes Anybody's Time Never Watches The Foreman Never Talks Back.

The Fog Comes On Little Cat Feet. It Sits Looking Over The Harbor And City On Silent Haunches And Then Moves On.

I Decided I Would Go To Chicago And Try My Luck As A Writer After Those Eight Months As A Fireman.

You Know Being Born Is Important To You. You Know Nothing Else Was Ever So Important To You.

Poetry Is A Slipknot Tightened Around A Time-beat Of One Thought, Two Thoughts, And A Last Interweaving Thought There Is Not Yet A Number For.