I Have Had To Learn The Simplest

You Can Do Anything, Really. And That, L Think, Is One Of The Exciting Possibilities Of The Present, L Swear, Is The Possibility That The Goddamn Thing Can Be Modaled Throughout.

I'm Sorry, But I Was Born With A Towel On My Head.

All That Matters Is That The Thing Be The Thing Of The Thing.

This Morning Of The Small Snow I Count The Blessings, The Leak In The Faucet Which Makes Of The Sink Time, The Drop Of The Water On Water.

The Poem, For Me, Is Simply The First Sound Realized In The Modality Of Being.