The Sanest Thing In This World Is

Home Is My Bethlehem, My Succoring Shelter, My Mental Hospital, My Wife, My Dam, My Husband, My Sir, My Womb, My Skull.

Big Heart, Wide As A Watermelon, But Wise As Birth, There Is So Much Abundance In The People I Have.

All In All, I'd Say, The World Is Strangling.

I Would Like To Bury All The Hating Eyes Under The Sand Somewhere.

One Of My Secret Instructions To Myself As A Poet Is "whatever You Do, Don't Be Boring."