It’s So Easy To Be Easy—if You

You Are Yesterday's Bouquet So Sadly Raided

The People Are The Biggest Horror Show On Earth, Have Been For Centuries.

You Fall Into The Mirror, Come Through The Other Side Staring At A Lightbulb.

Never Bring A Lot Of Money To Where A Poor Man Lives. He Can Only Lose What Little He Has. On The Other Hand It Is Mathematically Possible That He Might Win Whatever You Bring With You. What You Must Do, With Money And The Poor, Is Never Let Them Get Too Close To One Another.

Some Of My Poems Indicate That I Am Writing While Living Alone After A Split With A Woman, And I've Had Many Splits With Women. I Need Solitude More Often When I'm Not Writing Than When I Am.