A woman must be nursed into subsistence by love, where a man can become stronger by being hated." - from 'Cows in Art Class

Lighting new cigarettes, pouring more drinks. It has been a beautiful fight. Still is.

nobody can save you but yourself and you’re worth saving. it’s a war not easily won but if anything is worth winning then this is it.

I had no feeling for the things so many others needed.

the last cigarettes are smoked, the loaves are sliced, and lest this be taken for wry sorrow, drown the spider in wine. you are much more than simply dead: I am a dish for your ashes, I am a fist for your vanished air. the most terrible thing about life is finding it gone.

Animals never worry about Heaven or Hell. Neither do I. Maybe that's why we get along.

I have seen too many men wilt and go silly under a little light, and then they continue to write and get published, turning out pure crap under a name that has become a bad habit. The next poem is all that counts. You can't stand on past poems.