When The Cow Gives Blood And The

Meanwhile In My Head, I’m Undergoing Open-heart Surgery.

Don’t Worry If They Say You’re Crazy. They Said That About Me And Yet I Was Saner Than All Of Them. I Knew. No Matter. You Know. Insane Or Sane, You Know. It’s A Good Thing To Know - No Matter What They Call It.

As A Writer One Has To Take The Chance On Being A Fool.

Suicide Is, After All, The Opposite Of The Poem.

Cinderella And The Prince Lived, They Say, Happily Ever After, Like Two Dolls In A Museum Case Never Bothered By Diapers Or Dust, Never Arguing Over The Timing Of An Egg, Never Telling The Same Story Twice.