What Makes The Engine Go? Desire, Desire,

Be What You Are. Give What Is Yours To Give. Have Style. Dare.

I Can Hardly Wait For Tomorrow, It Means A New Life For Me Each And Every Day.

You Must Be Careful Not To Deprive The Poem Of Its Wild Origin.

When They Shall Paint Our Sockets Gray And Light Us Like A Stinking Fuse, Remember That We Once Could Say, Yesterday We Had A World To Lose.

Poetry Today Is Easier To Write But Harder To Remember.