Music Is Your Only Friend Until The

There Are Images I Need To Complete My Own Reality.

If My Poetry Aims To Achieve Anything, It's To Deliver People From The Limited Ways In Which They See And Feel.

Where Are The Feasts We Were Promised? Where Is The Wine, The New Wine, Dying On The Vine.

In The Beginning We Were Creating Our Music, Ourselves, Every Night . . . Starting With A Few Outlines, Maybe A Few Words For A Song. Sometimes We Worked Out In Venice, Looking At The Surf. We Were Together A Lot And It Was Good Times For All Of Us. Acid, Sun, Friends, The Ocean, And Poetry And Music.

Time To Live, Time To Lie, Time To Laugh, And Time To Die. Take It Easy Baby. Take It As It Comes.