The Poem, For Me, Is Simply The

You Can Do Anything, Really. And That, L Think, Is One Of The Exciting Possibilities Of The Present, L Swear, Is The Possibility That The Goddamn Thing Can Be Modaled Throughout.

An American Is A Complex Of Occasions, Themselves A Geometry Of Spatial Nature.

One Perception Must Immediately And Directly Lead To A Further Perception

Were All Moving, Moving, Moving. Isnt It Nice?

Dead, Hung Up Indoors, The Kingfisher Will Not Indicate A Favoring Wind, Or Avert The Thunderbolt.