Come On, You Do You

Poetry Is The Opening And Closing Of A Door, Leaving Those Who Look Through To Guess About What Is Seen During The Moment.

Revolt And Terror Pay A Price. Order And Law Have A Cost.

Newspapers Tell Beforehand What Is Going To Happen - Maybe.

I Was Up Day And Night With Lincoln For Years. I Couldn't Have Picked A Better Companion.

Poetry Is A Shuffling Of Boxes Of Illusions Buckled With A Strap Of Facts.