If I Wrote A Play With Four

Well, I'm A Light Traveller. I Chuck Things Away.

And Some Poets Are Far Better Read Off The Page Because They're Very Bad Speakers. I'm Thinking Of One In Particular Whom I Won't Name, A Good Poet, And He Reads In Such A Dry, Boring Way, Your Eyes Start Drooping.

When I Was Asked To Be Writer In Residence At Edinburgh I Thought, You Can't Teach Poetry. This Is Ridiculous.

A Terrible Thing About Getting Oldish Is That Your Friends Start Dying, And In The Last Ten Years I Have Lost Seven Or Eight Of My Closest.

I Learned Words, I Learned Words; But Half Of Them Died From Lack Of Exercise. And The Ones I Use Often Look At Me With A Look That Whispers, Liar.