The Blood Jet Is Poetry

I Must Say That I Am Not Very Genteel And I Feel That Gentility Has A Stranglehold: The Neatness, The Wonderful Tidiness, Which Is So Evident Everywhere In England Is Perhaps More Dangerous Than It Would Appear On The Surface.

I Am Dead To Them, Even Though I Once Flowered.

Well, I Know Now. I Know A Little More How Much A Simple Thing Like A Snowfall Can Mean To A Person

Can You Understand? Someone, Somewhere, Can You Understand Me A Little, Love Me A Little?

I Am So Hungry For A Big Smashing Creative Burgeoning Burdened Love.