America I Used To Be A Communist

Strange Now To Think Of You, Gone Without Corsets & Eyes, While I Walk On The Sunny Pavement Of Greenwich Village. Downtown Manhattan, Clear Winter Noon, And I've Been Up All Night, Talking, Talking, Reading The Kaddish Aloud, Listening To Ray Charles Blues Shout Blind On The Phonograph

Fortunately Art Is A Community Effort - A Small But Select Community Living In A Spiritualized World Endeavoring To Interpret The Wars And The Solitudes Of The Flesh.

Everything Is Holy! Everybody's Holy! Everywhere Is Holy! Everyday Is In Eternity! Everyman's An Angel!

A Naked Lunch Is Natural To Us We Eat Reality Sandwiches. But Allegories Are So Much Lettuce. Don't Hide The Madness.

Everybody's Serious But Me.