I am a collection of dismantled almosts.

It's a little mad, but I believe I am many people. When I am writing a poem, I feel I am the person who should have written it.

I am your dwarf. I am the enemy within. I am the boss of your dreams. See. Your hand shakes. It is not palsy or booze. It is your Doppelganger trying to get out. Beware...Beware...

Let the light be called Day so that men may grow corn or take busses.

And if I tried to give you something else, something outside myself, you would not know that the worst of anyone can be, finally, an accident of hope

All day I've built a lifetime and now the sun sinks to undo it.

sorrow is easier than guilt.