A cut above! a poet must set himself; outside the rule of thumb, beyond the demands of status quo, quite unaffected by universal praise and adoration and free to reach for the..toilet-paper! Well, if I said STARS, then..then the mere whimsy of that admittedly weak stab at lyrical wonderment would sink beneath the most unbearable level of pure tawdriness imaginable. I’d be held in utter contempt! Wouldn’t I? Okay, I’ll reach for the kitty-cat. There! good enough? “Now don’t be catty.” MEOW