“ I am waiting for the war to be fought which will make the world safe for anarchy ”
Recipe For Happiness Khaborovsk Or Anyplace'One grand boulevard with treeswith one grand cafe in sunwith strong black coffee in very small cups.One not necessarily very beautifulman or woman who loves you.One fine day.
~ Lawrence Ferlinghetti
Poetry is eternal graffiti written in the heart of everyone.
Poetry is the shadow cast by our streetlight imaginations.
Poetry is a naked woman, a naked man, and the distance between them.
