I Don't Know These People And They

A Friend Came Over To The House A Few Days Ago And Read One Of My Poems. He Came Back Today And Asked To Read The Same Poem Over Again. After He Finished Reading It, He Said, It Makes Me Want To Write Poetry.

A Boat O Beautiful Was The Werewolf In His Evil Forest. We Took Him To The Carnival And He Started Crying When He Saw The Ferris Wheel. Electric Green And Red Tears Flowed Down His Furry Cheeks. He Looked Like A Boat Out On The Dark Water.

Language Does Not Leave Fossils, At Least Not Until It Has Become Written.

Burn All The Maps To Your Body. I'm Not Here Of My Own Choosing.

For Fear You Will Be Alone You Do So Many Things That Aren't You At All.