God Has Pity On Kindergarten

From The Place Where We Are Right, Flowers Will Not Grow In The Spring.

Tonight I Think Again Of Many Days That Are Sacrificed For One Night Of Love. Of The Waste And The Fruit Of The Waste, Of Plenty And Of Fire. And How Painlessly-time.

A Flock Of Sheep Near The Airport Or A High Voltage Generator Beside The Orchard: These Combinations Open Up My Life Like A Wound, But They Also Heal It. That's Why My Feelings Always Come In Twos.

The Phrase I Like To Use To Describe My Sense Of Time-a Play On Comparative Literature - Is Comparative Time.

Even If A Poet Writes About Sitting In A Glass House Drinking Tea, It Reflects Politics.