To Submit To Chance Is To Reveal

Poems Are Other People's Snapshots In Which We See Our Own Lives.

I Left Parts Of Myself Everywhere, The Way Absent-minded People Leave Gloves And Umbrellas Whose Colors Are Sad From Dispensing So Much Bad Luck

Inside My Empty Bottle I Was Constructing A Lighthouse While All Others Were Making Ships.

The Plain Truth Is We Are Going To Die. Here I Am, A Teeny Spec Surrounded By Boundless Space And Time, Arguing With The Whole Of Creation, Shaking My Fist, Sputtering, Growing Even Eloquent At Times, And Then-poof! I Am Gone. Swept Off Once And For All. I Think That Is Very, Very Funny.

A Poem Is An Instant Of Lucidity In Which The Entire Organism Participates.