The Dead Hold In Their Hands Only

Poetry Is A Tracing Of The Trajectories Of A Finite Sound To The Infinite Points Of Its Echoes.

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

If The Facts Are Against You, Argue The Law. If The Law Is Against You, Argue The Facts. If The Law And The Facts Are Against You, Pound The Table And Yell Like Hell

The Squeaky Wheel Gets The Grease But The Quacking Duck Gets Shot.

I Was Up Day And Night With Lincoln For Years. I Couldn't Have Picked A Better Companion.