A Poem Is Like A

How Sick I Am! That Thought Always Comes To Me With Horror. Is It This Strange For Everybody? But Such Fugitive Feelings Have Always Been My Metier.

Tell Your Secrets. [in Reply To The Question "how Does One Become A Prophet?"]

Well, While I'm Here I'll Do The Work — And What's The Work? To Ease The Pain Of Living. Everything Else, Drunken Dumbshow.

The Poignancy Of A Photograph Comes From Looking Back To A Fleeting Moment In A Floating World. The Transitoriness Is What Creates The Sense Of The Sacred

He Threw Up His Hands And Wrote The Universe Dont Exist And Died To Prove It