The Difficult Part Of Love Is Being

Heads In The Women's Ward On Pillow After Pillow Lies The Wild White Hair And Staring Eyes; Jaws Stand Open; Necks Are Stretched With Every Tendon Sharply Sketched; A Bearded Mouth Talks Silently To Someone No One Else Can See. Sixty Years Ago They Smiled At Lover, Husband, First-born Child. Smiles Are For Youth. For Old Age Come Death's Terror And Delirium.

I Like Spaghetti Because You Don't Have To Take Your Eyes Off The Book To Pick About Among It, It's All The Same.

I'd Like To Think...that People In Pubs Would Talk About My Poems

Everyone Should Be Forcibly Transplanted To Another Continent From Their Family At The Age Of Three.

How Little Our Careers Express What Lies In Us, And Yet How Much Time They Take Up. It's Sad, Really.