Poemyou were a lapse in judgmenta scratch on the mental finishof sightless beginningsi was the bat,maneuvering with certain abandon,chaotic intensityt..
It's a Cold Note in the Bronxa Beethoven on a street cornerplayer piano, the monkey on the boxmoney tossed to the composertidbits for the chimpwho tri..
waste managementwe are the folly of the facetious lot of thempolitico cornmealfor them to grind their teeththe subjects with no adjectivesjust naked n..