I Think The Dangers Are

You Have Me Like A Drawing, Erased, Coloured In, Untitled, Signed By Your Tongue.

Like The Sand And The Oyster, It's A Creative Irritant. In Each Poem, I'm Trying To Reveal A Truth, So It Can't Have A Fictional Beginning.

If I Felt, In The Event Of A Royal Wedding, Inspired To Write About People Coming Together In Marriage Or Civil Partnership, I Would Just Be Grateful To Have An Idea For The Poem. And If I Didn't, I'd Ignore It.

Time Hates Love, Wants Love Poor,/but Love Spins Gold, Gold, Gold From Straw.

What Will You Do Now With The Gift Of Your Left Life?