I Walked Around The Block Twice, Passed

Sometimes You Climb Out Of Bed In The Morning And You Think, I'm Not Going To Make It, But You Laugh Inside — Remembering All The Times You've Felt That Way.

I Am Aware That A Computer Can’t Create A Poem, But Neither Can A Typewriter.

Stay With The Beer. Beer Is Continuous Blood. A Continuous Lover.

My Youth, One Time, That Time I Knew Even Through The Nothingness, It Was A Celebration Of Something Not To Do But Only Know.

I Write As A Function. Without It I Would Fall Ill And Die. It's As Much A Part Of One As The Liver Or Intestine, And Just About As Glamorous.