July 9, 2009
No one makes money writing poetry.
Well, someone eventually does gain:
a publisher, some critic, an estate—
someone.
But after you're dead
and can't come back
to defend or explain.
No, really. It was just
about a tree.
I was not on drugs
when I wrote that.
I was more perfectly sane
than at any other time in my life.
If you don't get it, don't worry.
I didn't write it for you.
Saturday, May 8, 2010
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