How Weightless/ Words Are When Nothing Will

I Listen To Jazz About Three Hours A Day. I Love Louis Armstrong.

I Say, Father, The Years Have Brought Me Here, Still Your Son, They Have Brought Me To A Life I Cannot Understand.

I Write What's Given Me To Write.

Now I Think Poetry Will Save Nothing From Oblivion, But I Keep Writing About The Ordinary Because For Me It's The Home Of The Extraordinary, The Only Home.

No One Can Write Like Vallejo And Not Sound Like A Fraud. He's Just Too Much Himself And Not You.