The Moon Rattles Like A Fragment Of

Notice The Convulsed Orange Inch Of Moon Perching On This Silver Minute Of Evening

Well, Write Poetry, For God's Sake, It's The Only Thing That Matters.

I Remember We All Cried Like The Missouri When My Uncle Sol's Coffin Lurched Because Somebody Pressed A Button (and Down Went My Uncle Sol And Started A Worm Farm)

It Takes Courage To Grow Up And Become Who You Really Are.

Great Men Burn Bridges Before They Come To Them