Our Names Were Made For Us In

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.

In A Cafe" I Watched A Man In A Cafe Fold A Slice Of Bread As If He Were Folding A Birth Certificate Or Looking At The Photograph Of A Dead Lover.

...what Makes You Older Is When Your Bones, Muscles And Blood Wear Out, When The Heart Sinks Into Oblivion And All The Houses You Ever Lived In Are Gone And People Are Not Really Certain That Your Civilization Ever Existed.

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.

In Watermelon Sugar The Deeds Were Done And Done Again As My Life Is Done In Watermelon Sugar.