people run from rain but sit in bathtubs full of water.

My flesh looked like it wasn't trying. It looked like it hated being part of me.

The best thing about the bedroom was the bed. I liked to stay in bed for hours, even during the day with covers pulled up to my chin. It was good in there, nothing ever occurred in there, no people, nothing.

You can steal my women but don't play with my whiskey.

that your power of command with simple language was one of the magnificent things of our century. (from the poem: result)

I would give anything for a female's hand on me tonight. they soften a man and then leave him listening to the rain.

nobody ever finds the one