I wonder about all the roads not taken and am moved to quote Frost...but won't. It is sad to be able only to mouth other poets. I want someone to mouth me.

I am still raw. I say I may be back. You know what lies are for. Even in your Zen heaven we shan't meet.

You are the one. Solid the spaces lean on, envious. You are the baby in the barn.

There is a charge For the eyeing of my scars, there is a charge For the hearing of my heart - It really goes. And there is a charge, a very large charge, For a word or a touch Or a bit of blood Or a piece of my hair or my clothes.

How can you be so many women to so many strange people, oh you strange girl?

I must get my soul back from you; I am killing my flesh without it.

For the few little successes I may seem to have, there are acres of misgivings and self-doubt.