You Lose Your Immortality When

And The Rest Is Rust And Stardust.

By God, I Could Make Myself Bring Her That Economically Halved Grapefruit, That Sugarless Breakfast.

Don't Cry, I'm Sorry To Have Deceived You So Much, But That's How Life Is.

I Have The European Urge To Use My Feet When A Drive Can Be Dispensed With.

Poetry Involves The Mysteries Of The Irrational Perceived Through Rational Words.