Poetry Is A Sequence Of Dots And

The Shovel Is The Brother To The Gun.

Poetry Is An Echo, Asking A Shadow To Dance.

Life Goes Before We Know What It Is. / One Fool Is Enough In Any House. / Even God Gets Tired Of Too Much Hallelujah. / Take It Easy And Live Long As Brothers.

We Live In The Time Of The Colossal Upright Oblong.

Ordering A Man To Write A Poem Is Like Commanding A Pregnant Woman To Give Birth To A Red-headed Child.