Verse is not written, it is bled; Out of the poet's abstract head. Words drip the poem on the page; Out of his grief, delight and rage.
“I tell kids that people will let them down and people will hurt them. But Jesus Christ will never let them down and never hurt them.”
“I was playing violin for a long time, about 6 years. It takes a while. You need very patient people in your house when you have a violin.”