Mr. Constant makes it Clear Not to care ‘bout What is there T.S. Eliot had no doubt That choice was illusion Turned inside out Angel Island Poetry Reminding me
people suck &no one’s free Troia brings me to my knees I’m writing my thesis on Tariq Ali lately it occurs to me I’ll never be Carolyn Cassady me and Ms Cowen Have too much in common: not just Allen