Early Works:

How Should I know (what Poetry is)?


John Pat gave me an old tattered notebook. Among, scribbles of weights, measures and various other sundry construction site information, I found what he believes to be the first poem he wrote. It therefore seemed fitting to include it here.


Should I keep my gaze between

some lines of old and new

breaking naturally makes it true


What if I lift it, tree like

high above my head

heightened language led


or copy some

old fool making do

is that a poem for you


suppose I stop

learning from others

insights or creative smothers


imagined conditions

found out a rule to flout

but theory dries about the mouth


practice subtle skills

obscuring acute objects

across critically obtuse subjects


death comes

kills technical speculation

and sentimental connation


I am lost

among the answers feeling

returning to my ceiling