Poetry Is A Diary Kept By A

Poetry Is The Opening And Closing Of A Door, Leaving Those Who Look Through To Guess About What Is Seen During The Moment.

Tell No Man Anything, For No Man Listens Yet Hold Thy Lips Ready To Speak.

The Shovel Is The Brother To The Gun.

Poetry Is Any Page From A Sketchbook Of Outlines Of A Doorknob With Thumb-prints Of Dust, Blood, Dreams.

When I Was Writing Pretty Poor Poetry, This Girl With Midnight Black Hair Told Me To Go On.