I Am Always Pleased To Be Asked

I Like To Use Simple Words, But In A Complicated Way.

Time Hates Love, Wants Love Poor,/but Love Spins Gold, Gold, Gold From Straw.

You Have Me Like A Drawing, Erased, Coloured In, Untitled, Signed By Your Tongue.

I Think All Poets Must Feel This: That There Is Constantly Something New To Be Discovered In The Language. It's Like A Thrilling Encounter, And You Can Find Things.

Poets Deal In Writing About Feelings And Trying To Find The Language And Images For Intense Feelings.