Soundtrack City Chicago.

I am stone and steel of your sleeping numbers;
I remember all you forget.
I will die as many times
as you make me over again.

I decided I would go to Chicago and try my luck as a writer after those eight months as a fireman.

(Chicago) Hog Butcher for the World, Tool Maker, Stacker of Wheat, Player with Railroads and the Nation's Freight Handler; Stormy, husky, brawling, City of the Big Shoulders

Poetry is the journal of the sea animal living on land, wanting to fly in the air. Poetry is a search for syllables to shoot at the barriers of the unknown and the unknowable. Poetry is a phantom script telling how rainbows are made and why they go away.

Nothing happens unless first we dream.