Intro... ...Back Draw... ..Along Poems.. ...More (When she laughed: she lifted her chin and pushed her neck into her shoulders: and so up through her teeth) ..also because of the old inferiority complex: I don't trust the amazement of others: addressed to me: perhaps appreciation would sound better: because somehow I don't believe (Yes: as if she was addressing her "hee hee" flirtatiously a little to the sky) I don't believe in its selflessness - I do all this because I like to be amazed: that is the most important word in art - amazement - and no one else's work: only mine: can provide me with such a complex degree of sparkling amazement. She handed me her ice cream and pulled up her sweater: just above the edge of her white panties I read: "Enamoured fireflies caused midnight noon." That's mine. I was amazed