Few Women Care What A Man Looks

Love Is The Silent Saying And Saying Of A Single Name.

The Neurotic Circles Ceaselessly Above A Fogged-in Airport.

Spring, Summer, And Fall Fill Us With Hope; Winter Alone Reminds Us Of The Human Condition.

An Old Racetrack Joke Reminds You That Your Program Contains All The Winners' Names. I Stare At My Typewriter Keys With The Same Thought.

People Are Like Birds: On The Wing, All Beautiful; Up Close, All Beady Little Eyes.