I Didn't Know The Names

Poets Are Damned... But See With The Eyes Of Angels.

What If Someone Gave A War And Nobody Came?

It's Never To Late To Do Nothing At All.

I Saw You, Walt Whitman, Childless, Lonely Old Grubber,poking Among The Meats In The Refrigerator And Eyeing The Grocery Boys. I Heard You Asking Questions Of Each: Who Killed The Pork Chops? What Price Bananas? Are You My Angel?

I Want People To Bow As They See Me And Say He Is Gifted With Poetry, He Has Seen The Presence Of The Creator.