To Be A Good Loser

Newspapers Tell Beforehand What Is Going To Happen - Maybe.

Yesterday Is Done. Tomorrow Never Comes. Today Is Here. If You Don't Know What To Do, Sit Still And Listen. You May Hear Something. Nobody Knows.

Poetry Is A Slipknot Tightened Around A Time-beat Of One Thought, Two Thoughts, And A Last Interweaving Thought There Is Not Yet A Number For.

I've Written Some Poetry I Don't Understand Myself.

The Woman Named Tomorrow Sits With A Hairpin In Her Teeth And Takes Her Time