Bedtime is daytime, and we come into bloom after midnight.

Whatever is language is poetic language and if the word required by the poet does not exist in his known language then it is up to him to discover it.

Like seasonless fowl we migrate…from East Coast to West Coastand back and forth again, for a job, for a friend, for a change, for a kick.

Euphemisms chosen by fear are a covenant with hypocrisy and will immediately destroy the poem and eventually destroy the poet.

…love grown dutiful is love grown olda withered cupid faltering at the bow…

Solitude awakes the soul to spiritual realms.

In the future he would remember to be kinder to her clothing... provided that she didn't look so damn good in them.

Dance is the only art of which we ourselves are the stuff of which it is made.

There is nothing more shameful than perfidious friendship.

Look out for those who look out for you. Loyalty is everything.

The stuff we have done overseas is now brought right back into our own front yard! America's chickens are coming home to roost!

Al Gore has dedicated his life to detail. George W. Bush has not. He's the first to admit it.

Great American union rules with a fist, a smile, and a gun. Great American napalm lights up the sky like the sun.

The mob shouts with one big mouth and eats with a thousand little ones.

Unfortunately, some Christians are guilty of throwing out an equivalent sentiment when they play the "God is sovereign" card as a way to trump every evil that comes your way.