Knowledge is a polite word for dead but not buried imagination.

Nobody loses all the time.

Someone asked me what home was and all I could think of were the stars on the tip of your tongue, the flowers sprouting from your mouth, the roots entwined in the gaps between your fingers, the ocean echoing inside of your ribcage.

XVII Lady, i will touch you with my mind. Touch you and touch and touch until you give me suddenly a smile,shyly obscene (lady i will touch you with my mind.)Touch you,that is all, lightly and you utterly will become with infinite care the poem which i do not write.

There is no music unless the drum and the drummer are one.

may I be I is the only prayer--not may I be great or good or beautiful or wise or strong.

Must's a schoolroom in the month of may