I Knew It Would Be You

The Trouble With A Mask Is It Never Changes

The Last Cigarettes Are Smoked, The Loaves Are Sliced, And Lest This Be Taken For Wry Sorrow, Drown The Spider In Wine. You Are Much More Than Simply Dead: I Am A Dish For Your Ashes, I Am A Fist For Your Vanished Air. The Most Terrible Thing About Life Is Finding It Gone.

Bad Luck For The Young Poet Would Be A Rich Father, An Early Marriage, An Early Success Or The Ability To Do Anything Well.

My Body Gnaws At Me From One Side And My Spirit Gnaws At Me From The Other.

The Courage It Took To Get Out Of Bed Each Morning To Face The Same Things Over And Over Was Enormous.