I'll Tell You About It Because I

A Friend Came Over To The House A Few Days Ago And Read One Of My Poems. He Came Back Today And Asked To Read The Same Poem Over Again. After He Finished Reading It, He Said, It Makes Me Want To Write Poetry.

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.

He Created His Own Kool Aid Reality And Was Able To Illuminate Himself By It.

God-forsaken Is Beautiful, Too.

Language Does Not Leave Fossils, At Least Not Until It Has Become Written.