Clowns To The Left Of Me, Jokers

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.

Twenty Years Of Schooling And They Put You On The Day Shift - Look Out Out Kid, They Keep It All Hid

All The People We Used To Know, They're An Illusion To Me Now.

I Don't Think I've Ever Been An Agnostic. I've Always Thought There's A Superior Power, That This Is Not The Real World And That There's A World To Come.

God Knows There's A Heaven.