Most Poetry Is Very Formal,

Those Blessed Structures, Plot And Rhyme-- Why Are They No Help To Me Now I Want To Make Something Imagined, Not Recalled?

It's The Light Of The Oncoming Train.

The Lord Survives The Rainbow Of His Will.

The Scythers, Time And Death, Helmed Locusts, Move Upon The Tree Of Breath

It's A Completely Powerful And Serious Book, As Good As Anything In Prose Or Poetry Written By A 'beat' Writer, And One Of The Most Alive Books Written By Any American For Years. I Don't See How It Could Be Considered Immoral.