I said to Poetry:"I’m finished with you." Having to almost die before some wierd light comes creeping through

My desire is always the same; wherever Life deposits me: I want to stick my toe & soon my whole body

Let other leaders Retire To play golf & write Memoirs

If I was President The first thing I would do is call Mumia Abu—Jamal. No, if I was president

Remember When we ended It all —for a weekend— & how

With your unknown to me Odd magic You came To me:

If my sorrow were deeper I’d be, along with you, under the ocean’s floor; but today I learn that the oil that pools beneath the ocean floor

To change the world enough you must cease to be afraid of the poor. We experience your fear as the lea… humiliations; in the past

Word reaches us that you are sleeping, sleeping. Dismayed we have turned to the sea. We encounter among others