Walk With The Dead For Fear Of

I Am Beginning To Think Of The Human Imagination As A Fruit Machine On Which Victories Are Rare And Separated By Much Vain Expense, And Represent A Rare Alignment Of Mental And Spiritual Qualities That Normally Are Quite At Odds.

Life Is First Boredom, Then Fear.

Most People Know More As They Get Older: I Give All That The Cold Shoulder.

Poetry Should Begin With Emotion In The Poet, And End With The Same Emotion In The Reader. The Poem Is Simply The Instrument Of Transferance.

Things Are Tougher Than We Are, Just As Earth Will Always Respond However We Mess It About.