The Lawn Was White With Doctors

The Blood Of Love Welled Up In My Heart With A Slow Pain.

I Cut You Out Because I Couldn't Stand Being A Passing Fancy.

As A Poet, One Lives A Bit On Air. I Always Like Someone Who Can Teach Me Something Practical.

It's A Hell Of A Responsibility To Be Yourself. It's Much Easier To Be Somebody Else Or Nobody At All.

Please, I Want So Badly For The Good Things To Happen.