It’s So Easy To Be Easy—if You

We Sat There Smoking Cigarettes At 5 In The Morning.

She Knew What She Wanted And It Wasn't / Me. / I Know More Women Like That Than Any / Other Kind.

There Are Policemen In The Street And Angels In The Clouds

Beware Those Quick To Praise For They Need Praise In Return Beware Those Who Are Quick To Censor They Are Afraid Of What They Do Not Know Beware Those Who Seek Constant Crowds For They Are Nothing Alone Beware The Average Man The Average Woman Beware Their Love, Their Love Is Average Seeks Average

Poetry Is What Happens When Nothing Else Can.