“Through the mad mystic hammering of the wild ripping hail the sky cracked its poems in naked wonder, that the clinging of the church bells blew far into the breeze, leaving only bells of lightning and its thunder”

“A poem is a naked person....Some people say that I am a poet.”

“Then take me disappearin' through the smoke rings of my mind, Down the foggy ruins of time, far past the frozen leaves, The haunted, frightened trees, out to the windy beach, Far from the twisted reach of crazy sorrow. Yes, to dance beneath the diamond sky with one hand waving free, Silhouetted by the sea, circled by the circus sands, With all memory and fate driven deep beneath the waves, Let me forget about today until tomorrow.”

“It's east to see without lookin' too far that not much is really sacred.”

“There's only one day at a time here, then it's tonight and then tomorrow will be today again.”

“Walkin' through the leaves fallin' from the trees, Feelin' like a stranger nobody sees...”

“Todays the day gonna grab my trombone and blow" Thunder on the Mountain”