Crying, crying, crying over you. Just another poem of the times.
This is poetry in commotion. Our devotion on how to go on out and block a man from the damn earth thing feeling, like, mad about, nothing.
Ain’t even sheet. The friend-ship poem.
Welcome to Montreal, once again. A place where all and varied views can contend. Even though one might get turned around, and sometimes get sent. To the far side of the farm, to water and tend.
A Poem of Love, from the book of the same name.