Page 9 - flying stones

So, I begin: Advice to a New Poet from an Old One. By the way, this
poem is actually titled Algorithms of a Modern Hand-Pump

Toothpaste Dispenser.

It’s here in my papers somewhere. Probably misfiled... I’ll get to
it later. Moving instead to Poems that I have Written that are

Great, I am pleased to inform you that, due to the lateness of the

hour, you will be spared this section of haute literature.

I proceed now with Poems I have Written - that I thought Were

Great When I Wrote Them – and Now Wish I had Lost under

Romantic or Otherwise Notable Circumstances.