Uncle Fought In Vietnam And Then He

Everyone Of Them Words Rang True And Glowed Like Burning Coal, Pouring Off Every Page Like It Was Written In My Soul From Me To You.

Don't Criticize What You Can't Understand.

Sundown, Yellow Moon, I Replay The Past I Know Every Scene By Heart, They All Went By So Fast

"subterranean Homesick Blues" [of Bob Dylan] Captures, In Word-salad Format, Life In An Encroaching Police State.

Someone Handed Me Mexico City Blues In St. Paul [minnesota] In 1959 And It Blew My Mind. It Was The First Poetry That Spoke My Own Language.