I Could Read The Great Books But

Places To Hunt Places To Hide Are Getting Harder To Find, And Pet Canaries And Goldfish Too, Did You Notice That?

I Am With The Roots Of Flowers Entwined, Entombed Sending Up My Passionate Blossoms As A Flight Of Rockets And Argument; Wine Churls My Throat, Above Me Feet Walk Upon My Brain, Monkies Fall From The Sky Clutching Photographs Of The Planets, But I Seek Only Music And The Leisure Of My Pain

People Who Believe In Politics Are Like People Who Believe In God: They Are Sucking Wind Through Bent Straws.

Purple Does Something Strange To Me

Animals Never Worry About Heaven Or Hell. Neither Do I. Maybe That's Why We Get Along.