In These Times You Have To Be

The Shovel Is The Brother To The Gun.

Arithmetic Is Where Numbers Fly Like Pigeons In And Out Of Your Head.

I Am! I Have Come Through! I Belong!

Poetry Is A Plan For A Slit In The Face Of A Bronze Fountain Goat And The Path Of Fresh Drinking Water.

There Is Only One Man In The World And His Name Is All Men. There Is Only One Woman In The World And Her Name Is All Women. There Is Only One Child In The World And The Child's Name Is All Children.