The Poet, As A Rule,

Yes, Wagner And The Storm Intermix With The Wine As Nights Like This Run Up My Wrists And Up Into My Head And Back Down Into The Gut

My Body Gnaws At Me From One Side And My Spirit Gnaws At Me From The Other.

If There Are Junk Yards In Hell, Love Is The Dog That Guards The Gates.

The Writer Has No Responsibility Other Than To Jack Off In Bed Alone And Write A Good Page.

Escape From The Black Widow Spider Is A Miracle As Great As Art. What A Web She Can Weave Slowly Drawing You To Her She'll Embrace You Then When She's Satisfied She'll Kill You Still In Her Embrace And Suck The Blood From You.