Ink runs from the corners of my mouth.
There is no happiness like mine.
I have been eating poetry.


Eating Poetry (1968)


Ink runs from the corners of my mouth. There is no happiness like mine. I have been eating poetry.

Ink runs from the corners of my mouth. There is no happiness like mine. I have been eating poetry.

Ink runs from the corners of my mouth. There is no happiness like mine. I have been eating poetry.

Ink runs from the corners of my mouth. There is no happiness like mine. I have been eating poetry.