Inside My Empty Bottle I Was Constructing

Insomnia Is An All-night Travel Agency With Posters Advertising Faraway Places.

To Submit To Chance Is To Reveal The Self And Its Obsessions.

There Are Knives That Glitter Like Altars In A Dark Church Where They Bring The Cripple And The Imbecile To Be Healed. There's A Woden Block Where Bones Are Broken, Scraped Clean--a River Dried To Its Bed

When People Ask Me How To Find Happiness In Life I Tell Them, First Learn How To Cook.

The Religion Of The Short Poem, In Every Age And In Every Literature, Has A Single Commandment: Less Is Always More. The Short Poem Rejects Preamble And Summary. It's About All And Everything, The Metaphysics Of A Few Words Surrounded By Much Silence. …the Short Poem Is A Match Flaring Up In A Dark Universe.