It’s So Easy To Be Easy—if You

There's A Light Somewhere. It May Not Be Much Light But It Beats The Darkness.

The Poet, As A Rule, Is A Half-man - A Sissy, Not A Real Person, And He Is In No Shape To Lead Real Men In Matters Of Blood, Or Courage.

The Secret Is Writing Down One Simple Line After Another.

Trouble And Pain Were What Kept A Man Alive. Or Trying To Avoid Trouble And Pain. It Was A Full Time Job.

There Is Moss On The Walls And The Stain Of Thought And Failure And Waiting