One Day Anyone Died I Guess (and

The First Step To Expanding Your Reality Is To Discard The Tendency To Exclude Things From Possibility.

A Man Who Had Fallen Among Thieves Lay By The Roadside On His Back Dressed In Fifteenthrate Ideas Wearing A Round Jeer For A Hat

I Spill My Bright Incalculable Soul

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.

Private Property Began The Instant Somebody Had A Mind Of His Own.