I am an empty suitcase

the Californian laureate claimed

never to write in the first person.


Second, do you like to be compared

to God or Dickinson or tarot cards?

my game, my deck, my ride


across the country, I was still

extremely prosy.  I willed too much.

Too much control.  Not enough range.


I pissed down rabbit holes,

craved success, fame, self-published,

gave too many loaded talks on stages.


Thirdly, my discipline is interior.

I use a steel hammer

to drive needles through silk.


Finally, as a poet, do you have specific goals?

Breakfast.  Yes.  And look better.

Plus, get closer to my brother.


But really, I’m not much of a dreamer.