No man can give me any word but Wait.

People like definite decisions, / Tidy answers, all the little ravelings / Snipped off, the lint removed, they / Hop happily among their roughs / Calling what they can't clutch insanity / Or saintliness.

Abortions will not let you forget. You remember the children you got that you did not get.

What, what am I to do with all of this life?

Exhaust the little moment / Soon it dies.

I am interested in telling my particular truth as I have seen it.

Art is a refining and evocative translation of the materials of the world.