Poetry is mostly hunches.

I feel that poetry is going on all the time inside, an underground stream.

I lost my ridiculous accent without acquiring another

I think that in the process of writing, all kinds of unexpected things happen that shift the poet away from his plan and that these accidents are really what we mean when we talk about poetry.

To the poet as a basement quilt, but perhaps To some reader a latticework of regrets.

Silly girls your heads full of boys

I'm heading for a clean-named place like Wisconsin, and mad as a jack-o'-lantern, will get there without help and nosy proclivities.