A Poem Is A Naked Person.

In This Ocean Of Hours I'm All The Time Drinking.

Every Writer At The New Yorker Is Smarter Than Me.

I Gotta Friend Who Spends His Life, Stabbing My Picture With A Bowie Knife. Dreams Of Strangling Me With A Scarf, When My Name Comes Up He Pretends To Barf.

The Times Are A-changing And If We Don't We Will Sink Like A Stone.

..when I First Heard Elvis' Voice, I Knew That I Wasn't Going To Work For Anybody ... Hearing Him For The First Time Was Like Busting Out Of Jail