I Think This Is True For All

I Have Heard About The Civilized, The Marriages Run On Talk, Elegant And Honest, Rational. But And I Are Savages.

... Sometimes I Can Feel It, The Way We Are Pouring Slowly Toward A Curve And Around It Through Something Dark And Soft, And We Are Bound To Each Other.

Who Wants To Put Together Something That Will Bear Some Relationship To The Vision Or Memory Or Experience Or Story Or Idea Or Dream Or Whatever.

If I Wrote In A Sonnet Form, I Would Be Distorting. Or If I Had Some Great New Idea For Line Breaks And I Used It In A Poem, But It's Really Not Right For That Poem, But I Wanted It, That Would Be Distorting.

I'm Not Asking A Poem To Carry A Lot Of Rocks In Its Pockets. Just Being An Ordinary Observer And Liver And Feeler And Letting The Experience Get Through You Onto The Notebook With The Pen, Through The Arm, Out Of The Body, Onto The Page, Without Distortion.