A Women Is Like A Tea Bag.it's

The Moon Is A Friend For The Lonesome To Talk To.

Slang Is A Language That Rolls Up Its Sleeves, Spits On Its Hands And Goes To Work.

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

I Took To Wearing A Black Tie Known As The Ascot, With Long Drooping Ends. I Had Seen Pictures Of Painters, Sculptors, Poets, Wearing This Style Of Tie.

Poetry Is An Echo, Asking A Shadow To Dance.