First Thought, Best Thought.

America, How Can I Write A Holy Litany In Your Silly Mood?

I Heard You Asking Questions Of Each: Who Killed The Pork Chops? What Price Bananas? Are You My Angel?

My Books Piled Up Before Me For My Use Waiting In Space Where I Placed Them, They Haven't Disappeared, Time's Left Its Remnants And Qualities For Me To Use -- My Words Piled Up, My Texts, My Manuscripts, My Loves.

Nobody Saves America By Sniffing Cocaine. Jiggling Your Knees Blankeyed In The Rain, When It Snows In Your Nose You Catch Cold In Your Brain.

Follow Your Inner Moonlight; Don't Hide The Madness.