Yes, To Dance Beneath The Diamond Sky

She Makes Love Just Like A Woman.

She Had Bullets In Her Eyes And They Fired.

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.

Hold It, Doc, A World War Passed Through My Brain. He Said, Nurse, Get Your Pad, This Boy's Insane.

Stay Free Of Petty Jealousies, Live By No Man's Code, And Hold Your Judgment For Yourself, Lest You Wind Up On This Road.