It's Life's Illusions That I Recall, I

An Artist Needs A Certain Amount Of Turmoil And Confusion.

If You're Smart Or Rich Or Lucky Maybe You'll Beat The Laws Of Man But The Inner Laws Of Spirit And The Outer Laws Of Nature No Man Can

A Few Drinks Later You're Not So Choosy When The Closing Lights Strip Off The Shadows On This Strange New Flesh You've Found.

I Find A Lot Of Poetry To Be Narcissistic.

Paul Simon Started Piling Up A Lot Of Words, More Than The Bar Could Handle, And I Stopped!