The Moon Is A Friend

Often I Look Back And See That I Had Been Many Kinds Of A Fool-and That I Had Been Happy In Being This Or That Kind Of Fool.

I'm An Idealist. I Don't Know Where I'm Going, But I'm On My Way.

I Cried Over Beautiful Things, Knowing No Beautiful Thing Lasts.

The Shovel Is The Brother To The Gun.

Poetry Is A Projection Across Silence Of Cadences Arranged To Break That Silence With Definite Intentions Of Echoes, Syllables, Wave Lengths.