We Walked Back To Ideath, Holding Hands.

You've Got Some 'star-spangled' Nails In Your Coffin, Kid. That's What They've Done For You, Son.

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.

Elizabeth's Voice Had A Door In It. When You Opened That Door You Found Another Door, And That Door Opened Yet Another Door. All The Doors Were Nice And Led Out Of Her.

If You Are Thinking About Something That Happened A Long Time Ago: Somebody Asked You A Question And You Did Not Know The Answer. That Is My Name.

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.