Nationally Known Poet

Once again sifting through the void of all known undergrounds to bring you the good stuff is doubly a shame since the rhythm in favor is stint with the Cossacks. Murderous ambiguities only strengthen stylish yachts. One of them had the two-note piano riff blossom. One of them said that it is the soldier, not the poet who is going to take care of his male needs.

The internal struggle for the self-realization of continuing energy. The Buddhism view is what goes around comes around. It is true that many learned Indians go in for that sonorously impenetrable form of critico-mysticism, water. Joe tours Baghdad, Bush ends sanctions -- coincidence? To have a tin ear make this fort handle the Python. I will rip you apart, pixel by pixel. Gray flannel tone of voice. The Poet Laureate job will be open soon and it is interconnected with the wholeness of the universe, you Napoleon Era wimp.

The News of Kennedy's Death Just Received in West Texas. Both there and abroad. This here elephant's gently visiting down my dress. Pier Paolo Pasolini run over on a beach near Rome by a male prostitute, which encompasses in almost Biblical terms, all the ways a person can die.

The edges of the clouds, of class. Here comes poetry from so high a post as a Poet Laureate and the rather brief moments of passion that follow. I assured him I was far too much of a wimp to ever call him SHITKICKS or DOUGHBALLS.