Why wait any longer for the one you love When he’s standing in front of you

The land of milk and honey, they say it is the land of money.

A poem is a naked person.

In the dime stores and bus stations
 People talk of situations
 Read books, repeat quotations
 Draw conclusions on the wall
 Some speak of the future
 My love she speaks softly
 She knows there’s no success like failure
 And that failure’s no success at all -Bob Dylan, “Love Minus Zero / No Limit” (1965)

I am hanging in the balance of a perfect finished plan, like every sparrow falling, like every grain of sand.

I kinda live where I find myself.

An artist is always in the state of becoming.