Style Means No Shield At

I Am A Poem. There Is No Way Out.

I Am Not Like Other People. I Am Burning In Hell. The Hell Of Myself.

In New York You've Got To Have All The Luck.

Death Is Nothing, Brother, It's Life That's Hard

Learn, He Says, That There Will Be Hours, Days And Months Ahead Of Feeling Absolutely Terrible And Nothing Can Change That; Neither New Girlfriends, Health Professionals, Changes Of Diet, Dope, Humility, Or God.