Have you ever drunk
from the goblet of yourself...
An Old Poem
After forty-eight hours...
If loneliness were a flower,
it would bloom—only to fade...
You, only you
not others...
Amor I Iove you
For everything you do for me...
The horizon is glorious—
unbroken, when your beauty...
We do not need religion;
we have God...
I will avoid the aggravation
I will work for a couple hours...
Sunny boy
Is now 19...
Our countenances—
nothing but impressions...
No one knew what happened here
The lightening rods, the silent tears...
To my little niece
I miss you from the bottom of my heart...