Exaggerated Sunsets / Splashed With Rain, Odd

A True Inner World Is Often Revealed By Style And Sensibility As Much As By What Appears To Be Confession.

The World Is Always Somewhat Vicious. I Take That As A Given, But At Various Times In Various Circumstances That Fact Will Be No More Than A Shadow Or An Echo Behind Some Poem. Other Times It Will Be More Manifest. I Try To Write Myself Into Articulations Of Half-felt, Half-known Feelings, Without Program. I'm Always Working Toward Getting My World And, Hopefully, The World Outside Of Me Into A Version That Makes Sense Of It. Viciousness Requires The Same Precision As Love Does.

Exaggerated Sunsets / Splashed With Rain, Odd Collisions / Of Roots, Animals, Seeds. / I Didn't Like A Thing I Saw, / So Much Effort To Be Strange.

Originality, Of Course, Is What Occurs When Something New Arises Out Of What's Already Been Done.

There Are Always The Simple Events Of Your Life That You Might Try To Convert Into Legend.