trained as a writer foremost, though i slip or simply take
liberties with grammar,
i claim the name of poet...
that is my chosen profession, or title, or outfit for this life
or whatever...and i am pained by all i do with my acute
awareness of its
abundant flaws and flagrant inadequacies,
but i cannot help myself.  i must make art; it is
that urgent and irritating and brilliantly anti-climactic...
that's just how it is. but be sure i will work to earn your
true regard .


                            

there is nothing more
important that i can
think to do than deserve
to teach the next
generation of people how
to be artists, how to
create in the face of
sure entropy and mad
destruction.  this is
what i ask of the culture
i have been born into and
grown thru, thus i have
been created from the
struggle of wills so
purely intent on winning
the only real prize :
my own voice
in the

cracked
electric sky
of
inheritance
and dream .