Her Sunny Side Was Always Up.

I Have Always Wanted To Write A Book That Ended With The Word 'mayonnaise.

For The Rest Of My Life I'll Be Thinking About That Hamburger. I'll Be Sitting There At The Counter, Holding It In My Hands With Tears Streaming Down My Cheeks. The Waitress Will Be Looking Away Because She Doesn't Like To See Kids Crying When They Are Eating Hamburgers.

Love Poem ـــــــــ It's So Nice To Wake Up In The Morning All Alone And Not Have To Tell Somebody You Love Them When You Don't Love Them Any More.

I'll Tell You About It Because I Am Here And You Are Distant.

I Like To Think (it Has To Be!) Of A Cybernetic Ecology Where We Are Free Of Our Labors And Joined Back To Nature, Returned To Our Mammal Brothers And Sisters, And All Watched Over By Machines Of Loving Grace.