I held her wrists and then I got it through the eyes: hatred, centuries deep and true. I was wrong and graceless and sick. all the things I had learned had been wasted. there was no creature living as foul as I and all my poems were false.

I needed a vacation. I needed 5 women. I needed to get the wax out of my ears. My car needed an oil change. I'd failed to file my damned income tax. One of the stems had broken off of my reading glasses. There were ants in my apartment. I needed to get my teeth cleaned. My shoes were run down at the heels. I had insomnia. My auto insurance had expired. I cut myself every time i shaved. I hadn't laughed in 6 years. I tended to worry when there was nothing to worry about. And when there was something to worry about, i got drunk.

With me, my main vision for life was to avoid as many people as possible. The less people I saw the better I felt.

I would certainly end up forever crying the blues into a coffee cup in a park for old men playing chess or silly games of some sort.

and even the trees we walked under seemed less than trees and more like everything else.

all that I know is that I believe in the sound of music and the running of a horse. all else is squabble.

If you want to create, you'll create.