Poetry Is Eternal Graffiti Written In The

The World Is A Beautiful Place To Be Born Into If You Don't Mind Some People Dying All The Time Or Maybe Only Starving Some Of The Time Which Isn't Half So Bad If It Isn't You.

The Poet Like An Acrobat Climbs On Rime To A High Wire Of His Own Making.

I Once Started Out To Walk Around The World But Ended Up In Brooklyn, That Bridge Was Too Much For Me.

I Have A Feeling I'm Falling On Rare Occasions But Most Of The Time I Have My Feet On The Ground I Can't Help It If The Ground Itself Is Falling.

We Were Just A One-room Bookstore; We Didn't Have Any Money For Lawyers.