"& at three a.m. he tucked himself into bed His father snoring soundly
That’s why on the back of a brown paper Bag he tried another poem
& he called it “Absolutely Nothing”
Because that’s what it was really all about & he gave himself an A
& a slash on each damned wrist
& he hung it on the bathroom door, because this time he didn’t think he could reach the kitchen."
"Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I’ve tasted of desire,
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice is also great
& would suffice."