Bugs Bunny is my muse.
The really authentic thing about humor is that anyone can pretend to be serious. Anyone who's ever had a job - in fact, we're pretending to be serious now, more or less.
The mind can be trained to relieve itself on paper.
While the novelist is banging on his typewriter, the poet is watching a fly in the windowpane.
But tonight, the lion of contentment has placed a warm heavy paw on my chest.
When I wrote I took on the role of the despondent and difficult to understand person. Whereas in life, I was easy to understand, to the point of being simple-minded maybe.