“I feel when people read my poems most sympathetically, they are reading with me.”

sadness passes
and madness passes

Far out! You are really not a bad poet!

I am the one
who skulks in the library

It is half life
There is honey in your harmony

Fast fella, cough it up, five cents more please.
Faster, this crap’ll kill you, like anything else

He is very sorrowed that all this happened.
He works for his brothers.

Imagine, the grace of these children! 
We are in the sun. What elapses 
is history. Do you ever move?