Only Brooms Know The Devil

The Truth Is Dark Under Your Eyelids.

There Are People Who Live Inside Their Heads And Their Intellects. It's Something One Is Born With And Stuck With. It's Not Something You Make A Decision About.

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

In Their Effort To Divorce Language And Experience, Deconstructionist Critics Remind Me Of Middle-class Parents Who Do Not Allow Their Children To Play In The Street.

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