Poetry Is A Sky Dark With A

If I Added To Their Pride Of America, I Am Happy.

Let The Gentle Bush Dig Its Root Deep And Spread Upward To Split The Boulder.

Money Buys Everything Except Love, Personality, Freedom, Immortality, Silence, Peace.

I Had Been Keeping An Off Eye On The Advertising Field, Thinking I Might Become An Idea Man And A Copywriter.

Poetry Is Any Page From A Sketchbook Of Outlines Of A Doorknob With Thumb-prints Of Dust, Blood, Dreams.