The title of this collection came from a lyric in a Lou Reed song called "How Do You Think It Feels?", which is off his 1973 album "Berlin" (one of my favorite albums). The lyric goes: " You always make love by a proxy". I thought it was a fantastic line, and I knew when I first heard it I would have to do something with it, or at least its essence.

This is why I write poetry.... these thoughts, ideas, whatever is in my head and it needs to get out and go somewhere. I found that putting it on paper does so much to relieve me, helps me sort things out, analyze them. The idea that sometimes I wonder if I am even myself when I arrive at an idea for a poem-- where did THAT come from?

Who thought THIS up?

Who knows if I'm even aware I'm writing this....

Nightlife
Resentments and Contempts
The Songs Are the Earth
The Dying of the Sun
The Girl
Me
Downtown Blues
The World In Which You Are
These Jazz Dreams
Our Walls
Here Comes the Night
Under the Blue
Ketchup as a Vegetable
The Children [ part I ]
Sweet Children
The Children [ part II ]
Your Twilight Time
Happiness and Pain
Thought I Knew Her Well
Why Was It
The Last, Known Believer

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