Bad poetry is caused by people who sit down and think, Now I am going to write a Poem.

people are not good to each other. perhaps if they were our deaths would not be so sad.

To do a dull thing with style-now that's what I call art.

Basically, that's why I wrote: to save my ass, to save my ass from the madhouse, from the streets, from myself.

I write right off the typer. I call it my "machinegun." I hit it hard, usually late at night while drinking wine and listening to classical music on the radio and smoking mangalore ganesh beedies.

And there I was, 225 pounds, perpetually lost and confused, short legs, ape-like upper body, all chest, no neck, head too large, blurred eyes, hair uncombed, 6 feet of geek, waiting for her.

You were destroyed by what you befriended.