1:37 a.m.
Will I sleep forever?

1:37 a.m.
Was my Sympthy clever?

1:37 a.m.
I still remember Heather

1:37 a.m.
Best time?  When we were all together.

Shakespeare alive in Staunton
Lights on; Dr. Cohen.

We in the back row
Prospero is knowin'

Staunton all in snow
I drive home in night

Maybe Infinite I know
Things don't work out right

But wondrous strange is true
And well worth the fight.

The psychiatrists say signal transmission
Is a clear sign of mental illness

But I am pickin' up signals
When I'm sittin' in the stillness

Springsteen is hitchhikin'
Souped up '72

The kabbalists transmigrate
If you could, wouldn't you?

Time is an illusion
O Eternity, be true!

Poets are the unacknowledged legislators of the human race.

                     - Percy Bysshe Shelley

The Buddhism attracts me
And I am often anti-war

Like Pythagoras I wonder
Have I been here before?

But I'm too shy for ******
Too afraid of acid

I like Lake Tahoe
Not been to Lake Placid

The hippies now are gone
And the Summer of '69

But still the battle for the Princess
It begins; pour the wine.

If the world is an illusion
Is a Magician the Divine?

Often all the answers
They don't amount to much

And now I'm often alone
Not even a little of that human touch

Time is the Destroyer
Like Shiva with his dance

Madame Curie was my employer
Took my honeymoon in France

Hath the rain a father?
Does my poetry prance?

Sweet Sir Galahad can find the Grail
But too bad; not you, Lance.

A writer is someone for whom writing is more difficult than it is for other people.