Poetry Is A Shuffling Of Boxes Of

After The Sunset On The Prairie, There Are Only The Stars

There Are Dreams Stronger Than Death. Men And Women Die Holding These Dreams.

I Had Been Keeping An Off Eye On The Advertising Field, Thinking I Might Become An Idea Man And A Copywriter.

Ashes To Ashes, Dust To Dust, If The Women Don't Get You Then The Whiskey Must.

The Past Is A Bucket Of Ashes