Death Is What Makes Life Fun.

I Love To Move Like A Mouse Inside This Puzzle For The Body, Balancing The Wish To Be Lost With The Need To Be Found.

Life Is A Loaded Gun That Looks Right At You With A Yellow Eye.

Form Is Any Aspect Of A Poem That Encourages It To Stay Whole And Not Drift Off Into Chaos.

So Many Names, There Is Barely Room On The Walls Of The Heart.

There's A Lot Of Unconscious Activity That Goes On I Think In The Composition Of A Poem.