The Candle Is Not Lit

Every Noon As The Clock Hands Arrive At Twelve, I Want To Tie The Two Arms Together, And Walk Out Of The Bank Carrying Time In Bags.

We Did Not Come To Remain Whole. We Came To Lose Our Leaves Like The Trees, Trees That Start Again.

Male Initiation Does Not Move Toward Machoism; On The Contrary, It Moves Toward Achieving A Cultivated Heart Before We Die.

I Think That Poetry Is Important When You Are Shipwrecked, When The Ordinary Structures That Hold You Up Are Gone.

The Body Weeps The Tears The Eyes Never Shed.