Beware Of Advice-even This.

The People Know What The Land Knows.

Poetry Is A Plan For A Slit In The Face Of A Bronze Fountain Goat And The Path Of Fresh Drinking Water.

Poetry Is A Phantom Script Telling How Rainbows Are Made And Why They Go Away.

Time Is The Coin Of Life. Only You Can Determine How It Will Be Spent.

Calling It Off Comes Easy Enough If You Haven't Told The Girl You Are Smitten With Her.