They Are Asleep. This Is The Condition

Love Doesn't Need A Reason. Hate Needs A Reason.

He Thinks Of That Ocean House And Wishes He Were Back In His Former Life Or That One Could Take One Moment And Remain Inside It Like An Egg Inside Its Shell, Instead Of Constantly Being Hurried Into The Future By Good Luck Or Bad.

A Poem Is A Window That Hangs Between Two Or More Human Beings Who Otherwise Live In Darkened Rooms.

My Wife's Dying Upstairs And I Can't Do Anything About It. I Look In Her Face And I See The Memories There. I See How I Hurt Her And How I Said The Wrong Things And How I Got Angry And How I Wasn't The Man She Hoped I'd Be. I See That In Her Face And I See She's Going To Die With That. You Think I'm Not Preoccupied?

One Writes A Poem When One Is So Taken Up By An Emotional Concept That One Is Unable To Remain Silent.