There is an eagle in me that wants to soar, and there is a hippopotamus in me that wants to wallow in the mud.

Poetry is the synthesis of hyacinths and biscuits.

Now I am here - now read me - give me a name.

Poetry is a sky dark with a wild-duck migration.

The moon is a friend for the lonesome to talk to.

If the facts are against you, argue the law. If the law is against you, argue the facts. If the law and the facts are against you, pound the table and yell like hell

The drum in a dream pounds loud to the dreamer.