If You Want To Know How Much

I Never Thought Of Myself As A New York Poet Or As An American Poet.

This Rose Became A Bandanna, Which Became A House, Which Became Infused With All Passion, Which Became A Hideaway, Which Became Yes I Would Like To Have Dinner, Which Became Hands, Which Became Lands, Shores, Beaches, Natives On The Stones, Staring And Wild Beasts In The Trees, Chasing The Hats Of Lost Hunters, And All This Deserves A Tone.

I Thought, 'there Are A Lot Of Poets Who Have The Courage To Look Into The Abyss, But There Are Very Few Who Have The Courage To Look Happiness In The Face And Write About It,' Which Is What I Wanted To Be Able To Do.

I Don't Think The Nature Of My Poetry Is Satirical Or Even Ironic, I Think It's Essentially Lyrical But Again I Don't Know If It's My Position To Say What My Poetry Is Like.

If You Want To Know How Much I Love And Care For You, Count The Waves.