This Is What Poems Are:

Watch Out For Love (unless It Is True, And Every Part Of You Says Yes Including The Toes), It Will Wrap You Up Like A Mummy, And Your Scream Won't Be Heard And None Of Your Running Will Run.

Put Your Ear Down Close To Your Soul And Listen Hard.

O Yellow Eye, Let Me Be Sick With Your Heat, Let Me Be Feverish And Frowning.

Yes I Try To Kill Myself In Small Amounts, An Innocuous Occupation. Actually I'm Hung Up On It.

Images Are The Heart Of Poetry ... You're Not A Poet Without Imagery.