#poetry

"Knowledge vs. Wisdom [10w] + [10w] Knowledge is the understanding that you are what you eat. Wisdom is not eating a pussy with hair on it."

"Perhaps the truth depends on a walk around the lake."

"Lady Clowns [10w] Lady clowns drip menstrual blood in seven luscious rainbow colors."

"Wheaties: Breakfast of Champions... who'll endorse any product for a price."

"Myself [10w] "I don't really know myself;he's only a tenuous acquaintance."

"The rain to the wind said,You push and I'll pelt.'They so smote the garden bedThat the flowers actually knelt,And lay lodged--though not dead.I know how the flowers felt."

"Someday you will name me, then gently place those burning holy roses in my hair.[Songs of Longing]"

"You dance inside my chest,where no one sees you,but sometimes I do, and thatsight becomes this art."

"Cancer [10w] It's odd that the cancer that kills you is you."

"Obscenity [10w] Obscenity's undefinable becauseeverything that occurs in nature is natural."

"You talk when you cease to be at peace with your thoughts."

"Poetry and Ostrich Feathers A poet should leave his poem covered with a faint film of fairy dust,inviting the reader to bring his faint heartand an ostrich feather duster to the reading."

"Opportunities Come a Knockin' [10w] Never miss the opportunity to fuck or write poetry."

"Keep Your Day Job Bitch [10w] + {Couplet} If you've guessed that I'm blessed,augury ain't your strawberry."

"There's an old saying that applies to me: you can't lose a game if you don't play the game. (Act 1, scene 4)"

"Coins [10w] Statesmen whose faces are on coins are amenable to change."

"My eyes are vague blue, like the sky, and change all the time; they are indiscriminate but fleeting, entirely specific and disloyal, so that no one trusts me. I am always looking away. Or again at something after it has given me up."

"Hope springs eternal in the human breast: Man never is, but always to be blest."

"The poet…is the man of metaphor: while the philosopher is interested only in the truth of meaning, beyond even signs and names, and the sophist manipulates empty signs…the poet plays on the multiplicity of signifieds."

"For a game, you don’t need a teacher."