I think I'll read some poems now from a very odd,
quirky little book that I've published
called We're Laughing at the Damage.
I feel a little bit obligated to do this because I brought
a bunch of these books here.
And I was reading from other books, and people at Phoenix
were buying this book.
And they're going to get it home and they're
going to think, my gosh, what is this?
Because they're very different kinds of things.
They're very talky and almost casual.
And I think I'll just read a few because I haven't read them
much anywhere.
How did I get here?
This is not mine.
I need one person who can tell me.
One sign is plenty, like a parakeet
caught in a cigarette package or a griffin
with his foot stuck in a drain.
Don't come wandering over here.
I can make my own decision.
Sit down and be quiet.
You're drunk and I'm not.