I might know one thing or two or none, that is true, but certainly I don’t know a damn thing about poetry.
I could only tell you, in case you ask, that I know how it feels when I read it; shaking me, deconstructing, hurting and embracing me…
It frees me and chains me, it changes me…
An after taste like honey when ink flows from the core of one who is consciousness and thought, empathy, passion, fire and water wind and love over earthly ground.
A core of the matter.
I don’t know a damn thing about poetry but I am mad and this heart knows how to waltz with it.