Poetry Is A Language In

Equality Is A Mortuary Word.

Indulgences, Not Fulfillment, Is What The World Permits Us.

The Dark Is Light Enough.

The Moon Is Nothing But A Circumambulating Aphrodisiac Divinely Subsidized To Provoke The World Into A Rising Birth-rate

The Lines Marking A Penalty Area Are A Disgrace To The Playing Fields Of A Public School.