There Are Times When Those Eyes Inside

I Held Her Wrists And Then I Got It Through The Eyes: Hatred, Centuries Deep And True. I Was Wrong And Graceless And Sick. All The Things I Had Learned Had Been Wasted. There Was No Creature Living As Foul As I And All My Poems Were False.

I Think That Everything Should Be Made Available To Everybody, And I Mean Lsd, Cocaine, Codeine, Grass, Opium, The Works. Nothing On Earth Available To Any Man Should Be Confiscated And Made Unlawful By Other Men In More Seemingly Powerful And Advantageous Positions.

Poetry Is What Happens When Nothing Else Can.

I Don’t Understand People, Never Will. It Looks Like I Got To Travel Pretty Much Alone.

That's What Friendship Means: Sharing The Prejudice Of Experience.