SANITY HAS LOST ITS MIND:

Create new The way in which I conceive a poem, No clear picture, No overall plan, Scribbling here, doodling there, Until an incoherent, ten-line masterpiece appears. I live my life in the same way, No clear picture, No plan, A dash of humiliation here, a fistful of pain there, Until a monstrous... Sign in to see full entry.