How Can You Live In The Northeast?

I Have My Books And My Poetry To Protect Me

I Like Them All. They're All Pictures Of Me When I Wrote Them. I Have No Favorite Songs.

When I Look Back At All The Crap I Learned In High School, It's A Wonder I Can Think At All.

I Stepped Outside To Smoke A J And When I Came Back To The Room, Everybody Just Seemed To Move.

A Man Walks Down The Street. It's A Street In A Strange World. Maybe It's The Third World. Maybe It's His First Time Around. He Doesn't Speak The Language. He Holds No Currency. He Is A Foreign Man. He Is Surrounded By The Sound, Sound Of Cattle In The Marketplace, Scatterlings And Orphanages. He Looks Around, Around He Sees Angels In The Architecture Spinning In Infinity And He Says, "amen" And "hallelujah!