I Hold It To Be

The Vermont Mountains Stretch Extended Straight; New Hampshire Mountains Curl Up In A Coil.

Poetry Is A Way Of Taking Life By The Throat.

What Makes A Nation In The Beginning Is A Good Piece Of Geography.

I Turned To Speak To God About The World's Despair But To Make Bad Matters Worse I Found God Wasn't There.

I Fail To See What Fun, What Satisfaction / A God Can Find In Laughing At How Badly / Men Fumble At The Possibilities.