Love Be Damned Now As Love Was

There Is Something About Writing Poetry That Brings A Man Close To The Cliff's Edge.

You Fall Into The Mirror, Come Through The Other Side Staring At A Lightbulb.

There Is Nothing That Teaches You More Than Regrouping After Failure And Moving On. Yet Most People Are Stricken With Fear. They Fear Failure So Much That They Fail. They Are Too Conditioned, Too Used To Being Told What To Do. It Begins With The Family, Runs Through School And Goes Into The Business World.

I'll Use The Knives For Spreading Jam, And The Gas To Warm My Greying Love.

That The Young Rich Smell The Stink Of The Poor And Learn To Find It A Bit Amusing. They Had To Laugh, Otherwise It Would Be Too Terrifying.