I Want To Be A Saint, A

I Heard You Asking Questions Of Each: Who Killed The Pork Chops? What Price Bananas? Are You My Angel?

Sanity - A Trick Of Agreement

Everybody's Serious But Me.

Unholy Battered Old Thing You Were, My Sunflower O My Soul, I Loved You Then!

Poetry's Role Is To Provide Spontaneous Individual Candor As Distinct From Manipulation And Brainwash.