If You Want To Know Where God

I'm Only Interested In Poetry.

My Mother, Poor Fish, Wanting To Be Happy, Beaten Two Or Three Times A Week, Telling Me To Be Happy: "henry, Smile! Why Don't You Ever Smile?" And Then She Would Smile, To Show Me How, And It Was The Saddest Smile I Ever Saw

Our Disappointment Sits Between Us.

Since Some People Had Told Me That I Was Ugly, I Always Preferred Shade To The Sun, Darkness To Light

If You Can Only Remain Pure In Your Stupidity, Someday You May Get A Phone Call From Hell.