Let your heart look on white sea spray and be lonely. Love is a fool star. You and a ring of stars may mention my name and then forget me. Love is a fool star.
Poetry is the journal of a sea animal living on land, wanting to fly in the air.
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, if the women don't get you then the whiskey must.
I am! I have come through! I belong!
There was always the consolation that if I didn't like what I wrote I could throw it away or burn it.
To never see a fool you lock yourself in your room and smash the looking-glass.