The Lord Survives The Rainbow

But Sometimes Everything I Write With The Threadbare Art Of My Eye Seems A Snapshot

And Blue-lung'd Combers Lumbered To The Kill.

Their Monument Sticks Like A Fishbone In The City's Throat.

Sometimes Nothing Is So Solid To Me As Writing - I Suppose That's What A Vocation Means - At Times A Torment, A Bad Conscience, But All In All, Purpose And Direction.

Poetry Is Not The Record Of An Event: It Is An Event.