I Knew That Poets Seemed To Be

This Love For Everyday Things, Part Natural From The Wide Eye Of Infancy, Part A Literary Calculation

But My Heart Is Always Propped Up In A Field On Its Tripod, Ready For The Next Arrow.

I Think My Poems Are Slightly Underrated By The Word Accessible.

Life Is A Loaded Gun That Looks Right At You With A Yellow Eye.

I'm Speaking To Someone I'm Trying To Get To Fall In Love With Me. I'm Trying To Speak Intimately To One Person. That Should Be Clear. I'm Not Speaking To An Audience. I'm Not Writing For The Podium. I'm Just Writing, Trying To Write In A Fairly Quiet Tone To One Other Reader Who Is By Herself, Or Himself, And I'm Trying To Interrupt Some Silence In Their Life, Which Is Utterance.