God Went Out Of Me As If

Watch Out For Intellect, Because It Knows So Much It Knows Nothing And Leaves You Hanging Upside Down, Mouthing Knowledge As Your Heart Falls Out Of Your Mouth.

Psychiatry Is A Dirty Mirror.

It Would Be Pleasant To Be Drunk.

This Is What Poems Are: With Mercy For The Greedy, They Are The Tongue's Wrangle, The World's Pottage, The Rat's Star.

I Think It Will Be A Miracle If I Don't Someday End Up Killing Myself.