I Am Out Of Practice

The Beautiful Feeling After Writing A Poem Is On The Whole Better Even Than After Sex, And That's Saying A Lot.

Let There Be A Heaven So That Man May Outlive His Grasses.

Our Checks Are Pale. Our Wallets Are Invalids. Past Due, Past Due, Is What Our Bills Are Saying And Yet We Kiss In Every Corner, Scuffing The Dust And The Cat. Love Rises Like Bread As We Go Bust.

Be Careful Of Words, / ... They Can Be Both Daisies And Bruises.

My Heart Is On A Budget. It Keeps Me On The Brink.