Poetry Must Be As New As Foam

At The Moment I'm So Exhausted That I Feel Like Cutting My Throat, So The Next News Masy Well Be That I Am Across The River And Under The Trees: What Is The Meaning And Purpose Of Life? Death.

I Got Married The Second Time In The Way That, When A Murder Is Committed, Crackpots Turn Up At The Police Station To Confess The Crime.

Literature Doesn't Matter! The Only Thing That Matters Is Money And Getting Your Teeth Fixed!

Time Is The School In Which We Learn, Time Is The Fire In Which We Burn.

Poetry Must Be As New As Foam & Old As Rock.