Poetry Is A Dance Music Measuring Buck-and-wing

Now Is The Time. It Is Never Too Late To Start Something.

Shame Is The Feeling You Have When You Agree With The Woman Who Loves You That You Are The Man She Thinks You Are.

The Sea Speaks A Language Polite People Never Repeat. It Is A Colossal Scavenger Slang And Has No Respect.

By Night The Skyscraper Looms In The Smoke And The Stars And Has A Soul.

There Will Be A Rusty Gun On The Wall, Sweetheart, The Rifle Grooves Curling With Flakes Of Rust. A Spider Will Make A Silver String Nest In The Darkest, Warmest Corner Of It.