It’s When You Hide Things That You

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.

I Knew I Was Strong, And Maybe Like They Said, "crazy." But I Had This Feeling Inside Of Me That Something Real Was There.

This Time Has Finished Me.

It’s Nice Enough To Make A Man Weep, But I Don’t Weep, Do You?

I Pretend To Understand Because I Don't Want Anybody To Be Hurt