I Made Practice Runs Down To Skid

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

I Have Seen Too Many Men Wilt And Go Silly Under A Little Light, And Then They Continue To Write And Get Published, Turning Out Pure Crap Under A Name That Has Become A Bad Habit. The Next Poem Is All That Counts. You Can't Stand On Past Poems.

We Are Here To Laugh At The Odds.

There Is Nothing As Boring As The Truth.

Not Everybody Thought They Could Be A Dentist Or An Automobile Mechanic But Everybody Knew They Could Be A Writer.