Never discuss the poem you contemplate writing. It's like turning on the outside spigot. It takes all the pressure off the upstairs bathroom.

I have never started a poem yet whose end I knew. Writing a poem is discovering.

What of fame? Everybody knows your name: never again are you alone.

In the holy solipsism of the young Now I can't walk thru a city street w/out eying each single pedestrian. I feel thier vibe thru my skin, the hair on my neck - it rises.

You live you die and death not ends it.

Where are the feasts we were promised? Where is the wine, the new wine, dying on the vine.