What is there more of in the world than anything else? Ends.

Poetry is a diary kept by a sea creature who lives on land and wishes he could fly.

You remember some bedrooms you have slept in. There are bedrooms you like to remember and others you would like to forget.

Let your heart look on white sea spray and be lonely. Love is a fool star. You and a ring of stars may mention my name and then forget me. Love is a fool star.

Poetry is a fresh morning spider-web telling a story of moonlit hours of weaving and waiting during a night.

Here is the difference between Dante, Milton, and me. They wrote about hell and never saw the place. I wrote about Chicago after looking the town over for years and years.

I'll die propped up in bed trying to do a poem about America.