Poetry Is What Happens When Nothing Else

Show Me A Man Who Lives Alone And Has A Perpetually Clean Kitchen, And 8 Times Out Of 9 I'll Show You A Man With Detestable Spiritual Qualities.

Love Is A Fog That Burns With The First Daylight Of Reality.

A Good Book Can Make An Almost Impossible Existence, Liveable ( From 'the Luck Of The Word' )

As The Shadows Assume Shapes I Fight The Slow Retreat Now My Once-promise Dwindling Dwindling Now Lighting New Cigarettes Pouring More Drinks It Has Been A Beautiful Fight Still Is.

Finally There Is Nothing Here For Death To Take Away.