I Found God In Myself And I

Our Dreams Draw Blood From Old Sores.

Nice Is Such A Rip-off.

I Am Gonna Write Poems Til I Die And When I Have Gotten Outta This Body I Am Gonna Hang Round In The Wind And Knock Over Everybody Who Got Their Feet On The Ground.

I Started Writing Because There's An Absence Of Things I Was Familiar With Or That I Dreamed About. One Of My Senses Of Anger Is Related To This Vacancy - A Yearning I Had As A Teenager. . .and When I Get Ready To Write, I Think I'm Trying To Fill That. . .

I'm A Firm Believer That Language And How We Use Language Determines How We Act, And How We Act Then Determines Our Lives And Other People's Lives.