Slang is a language that rolls up its sleeves, spits on its hands and goes to work.

Who am I, where have I been, and where am I going?

Poetry is statement of a series of equations, with numbers and symbols changing like the changes of mirrors, pools, skies, the only never-changing sign being the sign of infinity.

Poetry is a mystic, sensuous mathematics of fire, smoke-stacks, waffles, pansies, people, and purple sunsets.

My first stringed instrument was a cigar box banjo where I cut and turned the pegs and strung the wires myself.

The drum in a dream pounds loud to the dreamer.

Poetry is a type-font design for an alphabet of fun, hate, love, death.