In The Process Of Simplifying

High School Is The Place Where Poetry Goes To Die.

But Tonight, The Lion Of Contentment Has Placed A Warm Heavy Paw On My Chest.

You Will Always Be The Bread And The Knife, Not To Mention The Crystal Goblet And—somehow—the Wine.

It's A Good Thing To Get Poetry Off The Shelves And More Into Public Life.

I Could Look At You Forever And Never See The Two Of Us Together