One Joins The Movement In A Valueless

Direct Me Gods, Whose Changes Are All Holy, To Where It Flickers Deep In Grass, The Moly.

Many Of My Poems Are Not Sexual.

I Notice That Students, Particularly For Gay Students, It's Too Easy To Write About My Last Trick Or Something. It's Not Very Interesting To The Reader.

I Think Most Men, Heterosexual And Homosexual, Enjoy Being Considered Sexual Objects.

The Painter Saw What Was, An Alternate Candor And Secrecy Inside The Skin.