The David Lee Roth of Poetry In Memory of Michael Ryan He's kinda grumpy. His poetry doesn't rhyme. He doesn't talk fast. His hair has grayed. Spalding Grayed. He's married with a kid. Again. At gatherings, the MFA students talk about him. *Have you seen the old photos? I'd hit it. Definitely.* I suspect some do. Everybody wants some. I want some too. Everybody needs some. How 'bout you?