A Poem Should Not Mean But Be.

Around, Around The Sun We Go: The Moon Goes Round The Earth. We Do Not Die Of Death: We Die Of Vertigo.

The American Journey Has Not Ended. America Is Always Still To Build ... West Is A Country In The Mind, And So Eternal.

Poets... Are Literal-minded Men Who Will Squeeze A Word Till It Hurts.

If The Art Of Poetry Is?the Art Of Making Sense Of The Chaos Of Human Experience, It's Not A Bad Thing To See A Lot Of Chaos.

Beauty Is That Medusa's Head Which Men Go Armed To Seek And Sever, And Dead Will Starve And Sting Forever.