Poetry is a verdict that others give to language that is charged with music and rhythm and authority.

There's always a nice tune on the radio - helps you get the dishes done. I like to get the news from time to time - not too often. I don't feel deprived.

Please don't pass me by, / oh please don't pass me by, / for I am blind, but you can see, / well, I've been blinded totally,

Sure we played a stunning couple / But I never liked the part / It ain't pretty, it ain't subtle / What happens to the heart.

I was selling holy trinkets / I was dressing kind of sharp / Had a pussy in the kitchen / And a panther in the yard / In the prison of the gifted / I was friendly with the guard / So I never had to witness / What happens to the Heart.

So I work in that same beauty salon / I'm chained to the old masquerade / The lipstick, the shadow, the silicone / I follow my father's trade

Forget your perfect offering / There is a crack in everything / That's how the light gets in.

Seriousness is the deepest pleasure we have.

I greet you from the other side of sorrow and despair, with a love so vast and shattered it will reach you everywhere.

You wanted to be the Superman who was never Clark Kent.