Everybody's serious but me.

in my dreams you walk dripping from a sea journey on the highway across America in tears to the door of my cottage in the Western night

America, the plum blossoms are falling.

America I'm putting my queer shoulder to the wheel.

Follow your inner moonlight; don't hide the madness.

Poetry is the one place where people can speak their original human mind. It is the outlet for people to say in public what is known in private.