Shame is the feeling you have when you agree with the woman who loves you that you are the man she thinks you are.
Shame is the feeling you have when you agree with the woman who loves you that you are the man she thinks you are.
Lay me on an anvil, O God.
I had been keeping an off eye on the advertising field, thinking I might become an idea man and a copywriter.
But I want to see the world.
I have written some poetry that I don't understand myself.
The headlight finds the way
And life is gone from the wet and the welter--
Only an old woman, bloated, disheveled and bleared.
The sun, the birds, the grass-they know.
Time is a sandpile we run our fingers in.
The weeds say life is a white and lovely thing
And the weeds come on and on in irrepressible regiments.
My love is a yellow hammer spinning circles in Ohio, Indiana.
I learned you can't trust the judgment of good friends.
Here is the difference between Dante, Milton, and me. They wrote about hell and never saw the place. I wrote about Chicago after looking the town over for years and years.
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