I Fell In Love, Not Deep, But

Never Will A Time Come When The Most Marvelous Recent Invention Is As Marvelous As A Newborn Child.

It Is Necessary ... For A Man To Go Away By Himself ... To Sit On A Rock ... And Ask, 'who Am I, Where Have I Been, And Where Am I Going?

Poetry Is A Slipknot Tightened Around A Time-beat Of One Thought, Two Thoughts, And A Last Interweaving Thought There Is Not Yet A Number For.

Poetry Is A Kinetic Arrangement Of Static Syllables.

There Was Always The Consolation That If I Didn't Like What I Wrote I Could Throw It Away Or Burn It.