Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, if the women don't get you then the whiskey must.
Yesterday and tomorrow cross and mix on the skyline. The two are lost in a purple haze. One forgets, one waits.
There is no song to your singing.
Poetry is the capture of a picture, a song, or a flair, in a deliberate prism of words.
Newspapers tell beforehand what is going to happen - maybe.
One of the greatest necessities in America is to discover creative solitude.