Psychiatry Is A Dirty Mirror.

Loving Me With My Shoes Off Means Loving My Long Brown Legs, Sweet Dears, As Good As Spoons; And My Feet, Those Two Children Let Out To Play Naked.

I Would Like A Simple Life / Yet All Night I Am Laying / Poems Away In A Long Box.

Our Children Tremble In Their Teen-age Cribs, Whirling Off On A Thumb Or A Motorcycle.

Jesus Saw The Multitudes Were Hungry And He Said, Oh Lord, Send Down A Short-order Cook.

I Am Torn In Two But I Will Conquer Myself.