He Seems To Me To

No Time For Poetry But Exactly What Is.

You Can't Fight City Hall. It Keeps Changing Its Name.

One Man Practicing Kindness In The Wilderness Is Worth All The Temples This World Pulls.

At Night In This Part Of The West The Stars, As I Had Seen Them In Wyoming, Were As Big As Roman Candles And As Lonely As The Prince Who's Lost His Ancestral Home And Journeys Across The Spaces Trying To Find It Again, And Knows He Never Will.

Don't Stop To Think Of The Words When You Do Stop, Just Stop To Think Of The Picture Better-and Let Your Mind Off Yourself In This Work.