How old do you have to get before wisdom descends like a plastic bag over your head and you learn to keep your big mouth shut? Maybe never. Maybe you get more frivolous with age.
All you have to do, I tell myself, is keep your mouth shut and look stupid. It shouldn't be that hard.
Knowledge is power only as long as you keep your mouth shut.
For the children with their greedy little mouths represent the future, which like time itself will devour all now alive.
Screw poetry, it’s you I want, your taste, rain on you, mouth on your skin.