What, After All,is A Halo?

The Moon Is Nothing But A Circumambulating Aphrodisiac Divinely Subsidized To Provoke The World Into A Rising Birth-rate

Poetry Is The Language In Which Man Explores His Own Amazement... Says Heaven And Earth In One Word... Speaks Of Himself And His Predicament As Though For The First Time.

I Travel Light; As Light, That Is, As A Man Can Travel Who Will Still Carry His Body Around Because Of Its Sentimental Value.

Who Apart From Ourselves, Can See Any Difference Between Our Victories And Our Defeats?

The Skirts Of The Gods Drag In Our Mud. We Feel The Touch And Take It To Be A Kiss.