Tonight, I’m writing poetry and thinking about all of the most important things to say. Not that i want to only say important things, but I am thinking thinking important things occasionally might be exceptionally interesting.

Important seems to be the hardest part to be sure of, until it’s easy.  What I mean to say is, important is a decision about what you believe. Well, what I believe. Once you decide what’s important, it’s easy to know what’s important.

So, here I am. Tonight, having decided the things that are important to me, I’m now figuring out what I want to say about them. Of course I’ll do that in a poem.  Or 20 poems. Who knows? Some of them will be wretched – some of them won’t – but I’ll still write them. I’ll still jot down the things I think are important enough to think.

While you can’t actually stop me, you can hope that the world explodes, or at least the half with me on it (while you safely wait on the un-exploded half ready to declare victory over my evil-ass self.)