I Wish I Wrote More About The

Poets Are Like Steam Valves, Where The Ordinary Feelings Of Ordinary People Can Escape And Be Shown.

I'm Not Asking A Poem To Carry A Lot Of Rocks In Its Pockets. Just Being An Ordinary Observer And Liver And Feeler And Letting The Experience Get Through You Onto The Notebook With The Pen, Through The Arm, Out Of The Body, Onto The Page, Without Distortion.

It Is Forbidden To Love Where We Are Not Loved

Once You Lose Someone It Is Never Exactly The Same Person Who Comes Back.

I Have Learned To Get Pleasure From Speaking Of Pain