I Have Seen The Future And It's

The Future Is Much Like The Present, Only Longer.

Someone Told Me Just Recently That Poets Are Eulogists. It's Their Job, To Eulogize. I Didn't Know That, But It Makes Sense. Because In Almost Every Poem Of Mine There Is A Loss.

Natural Grass Is A Wonderful Thing For Little Bugs And Sinkerball Pitchers.

Coming Into A Game In The Eighth Or Ninth Inning Is Like Parachuting Behind Enemy Lines. And Sometimes The Chute Doesn't Open. You Have To Live With That. It's An Occupational Hazard.

Reggie Jackson Hit One Off Me That's Still Burrowing Its Way To Los Angeles.