Poetry -- Even Bad Poetry -- May

God Is A Sound People Make When They're Too Tired To Think Anymore.

The Desert Wears... A Veil Of Mystery. Motionless And Silent It Evokes In Us An Elusive Hint Of Something Unknown, Unknowable, About To Be Revealed. Since The Desert Does Not Act It Seems To Be Waiting -- But Waiting For What?

As War And Government Prove, Insanity Is The Most Contagious Of Diseases.

I Now Find The Most Marvelous Things In The Everyday, The Ordinary, The Common, The Simple And Tangible.

The Industrial Corporation Is The Natural Enemy Of Nature.