Poetry Is The Enemy Of The Poem.

Poetry Today Is Easier To Write But Harder To Remember.

An Old Poet Ought Never To Be Caught With His Technique Showing.

I Dance/for The Joy Of Surviving, At The Edge Of The Road.

Be What You Are. Give What Is Yours To Give. Have Style. Dare.

In My Darkest Night, When The Moon Was Covered And I Roamed Through Wreckage, A Nimbus-clouded Voice Directed Me: "live In The Layers, Not On The Litter." Though I Lack The Art To Decipher It, No Doubt The Next Chapter In My Book Of Transformations Is Already Written. I Am Not Done With My Changes.