There is no money in poetry, but there’s no poetry in money, either. – Robert Graves
People keep asking me the same question.
They say “John?”
I say, “What?”
They say, “John, I’m going out tonight in Summerlin; should I go to Poppy Den or Honey Salt?”
To which I say: “Both are worthy of your hard earned dinero. But it’s a Morton’s fork, if you will, as both impress and depress the hell out of me.”
Perhaps I should explain.