Drink From The Well Of Yourself And

When You Leave Your Typewriter You Leave Your Machine Gun And The Rats Come Pouring Through.

I Didn't Like Parties.i Didn't Know How To Dance And People Frightened Me, Especially People At Parties. They Attempted To Be Sexy And Gay And Witty And Although They Hoped They Were Good At It, They Weren 't. They Were Bad At It. Their Trying So Hard Only Made It Worse.

Each Man's Hell Is In A Different Place: Mine Is Just Up And Behind My Ruined Face.

I Am A Poem. There Is No Way Out.

How Are His Poems?" "he's Not As Good As He Thinks He Is, But Then Most Of Us Feel That Way.