It Was My Last Act

So Learn About Life. Cut Yourself A Big Slice With The Silver Server, A Big Slice Of Pie. Open Your Eyes. Let Life Happen.

The Slime Of All My Yesterdays Rots In The Hollow Of My Skull.

I Felt Overstuffed And Dull And Disappointed, The Way I Always Do The Day After Christmas.

Poetry, I Feel, Is A Tyrannical Discipline, You've Got To Go So Far, So Fast, In Such A Small Space That You've Just Got To Turn Away All The Peripherals.

I Wish You’d Find The Exit Out Of My Head.