I'm An Idealist. I Don't Know Where

Tell Me If The Lovers Are Losers... Tell Me If Any Get More Than The Lovers.

The Single Clenched Fist Lifted And Ready, Or The Open Asking Hand Held Out And Waiting. Choose: For We Meet By One Or The Other.

Poetry Is A Tracing Of The Trajectories Of A Finite Sound To The Infinite Points Of Its Echoes.

There Was Always The Consolation That If I Didn't Like What I Wrote I Could Throw It Away Or Burn It.

You Remember Some Bedrooms You Have Slept In. There Are Bedrooms You Like To Remember And Others You Would Like To Forget.