I'm Not A Beatnik. I'm A Catholic.

Maybe That's What Life Is... A Wink Of The Eye And Winking Stars.

This Was A Manuscript Of The Night We Couldn’t Read.

The Closer You Get To Real Matter, Rock Air Fire And Wood, Boy, The More Spiritual The World Is.

I Was Halfway Across America, At The Dividing Line Between The East Of My Youth And The West Of My Future.

Whither Goest Thou, America, In Thy Shiny Car In The Night?