My Beerdrunk Soul Is Sadder

Angels, We Have Grown Apart.

If I Stop Writing I Am Dead. And That's The Only Way I'll Stop: Dead.

The Ladies Usually Go For The Biggest Damn Fool They Can Find; That Is Why The Human Race Stands Where It Does Today: We Have Bred The Clever And Lasting Casanovas, All Hollow Inside, Like The Chocolate Easter Bunnies We Foster Upon Our Poor Children.

I Am Aware That A Computer Can’t Create A Poem, But Neither Can A Typewriter.

If I Never See You Again I Will Always Carry You Inside Outside On My Fingertips And At Brain Edges And In Centers Centers Of What I Am Of What Remains.