I like any reaction I can get with my music. Just anything to get people to think. I mean if you can get a whole room full of drunk, stoned people to actually wake up and think, you're doing something.

I offer images-I conjure memories of freedom that can still be reached-like the Doors, right? But we can only open the doors-we can't drag people through.

We hide ourselves in our music to reveal ourselves

All the poems have wolves in them. All but one. The most beautiful one of all. She dances in a ring of fire and throws off the challenge with a shrug.

The time to hesitate is through.

O great creator of being grant us one more hour to perform our art and perfect our lives.

Indians scattered on dawn's highway bleeding/Ghosts crowd the young child's fragile eggshell mind.