Too Often, The Only Escape Is Sleep

Meanwhile The 3 A.m. Drunks Of The World Would Lay In Their Beds, Trying In Vain To Sleep, And Deserving That Rest, If They Could Find It.

I'm Too Careless. I Don't Put Out Enough Effort. I'm Tired.

Experience Can Dull. With Most Men Experience Is A Series Of Mistakes; The More Experience You Have The Less You Know.

That Was All A Man Needed: Hope. It Was Lack Of Hope That Discouraged A Man.

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.