Comments about Charles Monroe
Why do I write on the ugliest nights of them all?
And on happy days I write none at all?
To enjoy the happiness I seldom do encounter
On occasions, I do on occasions
But on ugly nights I just can’t avoid the sensations
Imagination’s infatuation with the dictation of devastation
I am happy if only for fractions of a second, yet, infinitely
I am lost and dumbfound