If You Have The Ability To Love,

I Wasn't A Misanthrope And I Wasn't A Misogynist But I Liked Being Alone. It Felt Good To Sit Alone In A Small Space And Smoke And Drink. I Had Always Been Good Company For Myself.

Where Some God Pissed A Rain Of Reason To Make Things Grow Only To Die.

It Was Like Any Other Relationship, There Was Jealousy On Both Sides, There Were Split-ups And Reconciliations. There Were Also Fragmented Moments Of Great Peace And Beauty. I Often Tried To Get Away From Her And She Tried To Get Away From Me But It Was Difficult: Cupid, In His Strange Way, Was Really There.

That's What Friendship Means: Sharing The Prejudice Of Experience.

One Can Never Be Sure Whether It's Good Poetry Or Bad Acid