He Hands You A Nickel, He Hands

Chaos Is A Friend Of Mine.

Take Me Disappearing, Through The Smoke Rings Of My Mind, Down The Foggy Ruins Of Time.

Someone Handed Me Mexico City Blues In St. Paul [minnesota] In 1959 And It Blew My Mind. It Was The First Poetry That Spoke My Own Language.

The Motorcycle Black Madonna Two Wheeled Gypsy Queen.

Well The Book Of Leviticus And Deuteronomy, The Law Of The Jungle And The Sea Are Your Only Teachers.