To Be A Good Loser

I Wrote Poems In My Corner Of The Brooks Street Station. I Sent Them To Two Editors Who Rejected Them Right Off. I Read Those Letters Of Rejection Years Later And I Agreed With Those Editors.

I Doubt If You Can Have A Truly Wild Party Without Liquor.

Poetry Is A Fossil Rock-print Of A Fin And A Wing, With An Illegible Oath Between.

The Fog Comes On Little Cat Feet.

There Is A Warning Love Sends And The Cost Of It Is Never Written Till Long Afterward.