If We Want A Book To Do

My Wife Spoke Perfect Italian And She Was Very Beautiful And Very Suave Italian Men Were Crowding Around Her, Talking All The Time And If I Was To Even Understand What Was Going On, I Had To Learn The Language Fast.

Sometimes I Feel If I Was Young Again, I Would Wrap A Bandana Around My Head Like Douglas Fairbanks Sr. And I Would Become A Pirate Of The Web. And I Would Go Around Stealing Poems And Assembling Into One Spot Like A Treasure Cave.

The Rattle Of Plastic Keys Reminds Me Of A Squadron Of Butterflies Failing To Fight Their Way Out Of A Paper Bag.

All I Can Do Is Turn A Phrase Until It Catches The Light.

The Entrée Wasn't Tender Enough To Be A Paving Stone And The Gravy Couldn't Have Been Primordial Soup Because Morphogenesis Was Already Taking Place.