How Many People Ask You To Come

No Matter Where I Was, My Compass Pointed West. I Would Always Know What Time It Was In California.

A Couple Of Times, I Could Have Turned A Trick. But I Didn't Want To Start. I Knew How It Would Play. When You Started Thinking It Was Easy, You Were Forgetting What It Cost.

What Is Real Is Always Worth It.

No Matter How Unappealing, Each Of Them Imagines He Is Somehow Worthy.

The Poets Are The Standard Bearers Of Language. Their Work Lives Or Dies Word By Word. When I Write And Can Hear A Clunky Sentence, I Try To Write Up To The Poetry That I Have Recited Beforehand.