Purple Does Something Strange To Me

Art Is Its Own Excuse, And It's Either Art Or It's Something Else. It's Either A Poem Or A Piece Of Cheese.

I Just Want A Hot Cup Of Coffee,black,and I Don’t Want To Hear About Your Troubles.

I Take Much Pleasure In Being Alone But There Is Also A Strange Warm Grace In Not Being Alone.

I Was Beaten Down Long Ago In Some Alley In Another World.

There's A Bluebird In My Heart That Wants To Get Out.