What If Someone Gave A War &

Poetry Is A Shuffling Of Boxes Of Illusions Buckled With A Strap Of Facts.

Love Your Neighbor As Yourself But Don't Take Down Your Fence.

And All Poets Love Dust And Mist Because All The Last Answers. Go Running Back To Dust And Mist.

There Are People Who Want To Be Everywhere At Once, And They Get Nowhere

I See America, Not In The Setting Sun Of A Black Night Of Despair Ahead Of Us, I See America In The Crimson Light Of A Rising Sun Fresh From The Burning, Creative Hand Of God. I See Great Days Ahead, Great Days Possible To Men And Women Of Will And Vision.