I Am Going To Start

The Courage It Took To Get Out Of Bed Each Morning To Face The Same Things Over And Over Was Enormous.

There's A Bluebird In My Heart That Wants To Get Out But I'm Too Clever, I Only Let Him Out At Night Sometimes When Everybody's Asleep. I Say, I Know That You're There, So Don't Be Sad. Then I Put Him Back, But He's Singing A Little In There, I Haven't Quite Let Him Die And We Sleep Together Like That With Our Secret Pact And It's Nice Enough To Make A Man Weep, But I Don't Weep, Do You?

Well, Death Says, As He Walks By, I'm Going To Get You Anyhow No Matter What You've Been: Writer, Cab-driver, Pimp, Butcher, Sky-diver, I'm Going To Get You

One Can Never Be Sure Whether It's Good Poetry Or Bad Acid

I Heard An Airplane Passing Overhead. I Wished I Was On It.