I Find A Lot Of Poetry To

Nobody Understood The Reoccurring Dream, But After September 11, When We Were Coerced To Do A National Duty And Go Out And Shop, Surely People Could Begin To See What I Was Getting At.

I'm Not A Kiss-and-teller. I Never Named Names.

There'll Be Icicles And Birthday Clothes And Sometimes There'll Be Sorrow

Don't It Always Seem To Go, That You Don't Know What You've Got Till It's Gone.

You Know That It Never Has Been Easy Whether You Do Or Do Not Resign Whether You Travel The Breadth Of The Extremities Or Stick To Some Straighter Line.