I Knew It Would Be

I Thought You Were Sane," I Said, "but You're Just As Crazy As The Rest Of Them.

You Are Thirty Minutes Late." "yes." "would You Be Thirty Minutes Late To A Wedding Or A Funeral?" "no." "why Not, Pray Tell?" "well, If The Funeral Was Mine I'd Have To Be On Time. If The Wedding Was Mine It Would Be My Funeral.

I'm Very Clever At Hiding Poems Perhaps More Clever Than I Am At Writing Them.

They Have No Idea That It Can Be Done By A Bus Driver, A Field Hand, Or A Fry Cook. They Have No Idea Where It Comes From. It Comes From Pain, Damnation And Impossibility. The Blow To The Soul Of The Gut. It Comes From Getting Burned And Seared And Slugged. It Comes From...new And Awful Places And The Same Old Places.

Love Iz A Big Fat Turkey And Every Day Iz Thanksgiving