In The Street Of The Sky Night

It Is With Roses And Locomotives (not To Mention Acrobats Spring Electricity Coney Island The 4th Of July The Eyes Of Mice And Niagara Falls) That My Poems Are Competing.

Humanity I Love You Because You Are Perpetually Putting The Secret Of Life In Your Pants And Forgetting It's There And Sitting Down On It And Because You Are Forever Making Poems In The Lap Of Death Humanity I Hate You

Knowledge Is A Polite Word For Dead But Not Buried Imagination.

An Intelligent Person Fights For Lost Causes, Realizing That Others Are Merely Effects

Spring Is Like A Perhaps Hand