The fog comeson little cat feet.It sits looking overharbor and cityon silent haunchesand then moves on.
Shame is the feeling you have when you agree with the woman who loves you that you are the man she thinks you are.
POETRY: A sliver of the moon lost in the belly of a golden frog.
I am the people - the mob - the crowd - the mass. Do you know that all the great work of the world is done through me?
"To work hard, to live hard, to die hard, and then to go to hell after all would be too damned hard."