Gather out of star-dust, Earth-dust, Cloud-dust, Storm-dust, And splinters of hail, One handful of dream-dust, Not for sale.

Life is a system of half-truths and lies, Opportunistic, convenient evasion.

Humor is when the joke's on you but hits the other fellow first -- before it boomerangs.

I got the Weary Blues And I can't be satisfied.

I asked you, baby, If you understood- You told me that you didn't, But you thought you would.

Life for me ain't been no crystal stair

For poems are like rainbows; they escape you quickly.