These are simple poems. Paintings inked by words. They may not even be proper poems, I really don't know. I call them pseudopoems -- I wrote them, I write them and that's all. I hope one or two speak to you; conjuring a feeling or a memory. That would be the whole point.

These are simple poems. Paintings inked by words; they may not even be proper poems, I really don't know. I call them pseudopoems — I wrote them, I write them and that's all. I hope one or two speak to you; conjuring a feeling or a memory. That would be the whole point. And blood being counted out in beats against our veins of time pauses me to ask of you: to purchase some for mine.