Poetry is a verdict$$$ not an occupation.

Your faith was strong$$$ but you needed proof.

You came to me this morning. And you handled me like meat. You'd have to be a man to know how good that feels$$$ how sweet.

I am an old scholar$$$ better-looking now than when I was young. That's what sitting on your ass does to your face.

I'm afraid to live any place but in expectation. I'm no life-risk.

The Maestro says it's Mozart but it sounds like bubble gum when you're waiting for the miracle to come.

It doesn't matter how anything happens.

Love is the only engine of survival.

I've forgotten most of what I've read and$$$ frankly$$$ it never seemed very important to me or to the world.

There is a war between the ones who say there is a war and the ones who say there isn't.