Men Marry What They Need. I Marry

What Has Any Poet To Trust More Than The Feel Of The Thing? Theory Concerns Him Only Until He Picks Up His Pen, And It Begins To Concern Him Again As Soon As He Lays It Down.

The Public Library Is The Most Dangerous Place In Town

One Night I Dreamed I Was Locked In My Father's Watch With Ptolemy And Twenty-one Ruby Stars Mounted On Spheres And The Primum Mobile Coiled And Gleaming To The End Of Space And The Notched Spheres Eating Each Other's Rinds To The Last Tooth Of Time, And The Case Closed.

Poetry Lies Its Way To The Truth.

Boys Are The Cash Of War. Whoever Said: We're Not Free Spenders- Doesn't Know Our Like.