Hope is an echo, hope ties itself yonder, yonder.
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, if the women don't get you then the whiskey must.
Love your neighbor as yourself but don't take down your fence.
The single clenched fist lifted and ready, Or the open asking hand held out and waiting. Choose: For we meet by one or the other.
Nothing happens unless first we dream.
Poetry is a type-font design for an alphabet of fun, hate, love, death.