Poetry Is A Sky Dark With A

Poetry: A Sliver Of The Moon Lost In The Belly Of A Golden Frog.

The Greatest Certainty In Life Is Death. The Greatest Uncertainty Is The Time.

Rest Is Not A Word Of Free People. Rest Is A Monarchical Word.

Drum On Your Drums, Batter On Your Banjos, Sob On The Long Cool Winding Saxophones. Go To It, O Jazzmen.

I Am The People The Mob The Crowd The Mass. Do You Know That All The Great Work Of The World Is Done Through Me?