...then something snapped inside my head,
of all the lights the green ones went.
And dimly flick'ring orange glow
with hesitation, drifted in
...
Oh, that your lovely flesh be there for me
a thousand miles I must, on blood-stained boots
hike through the corpses of man's hate for man
and carry only one, an ever-longing thought.
...
The story of my uncle Fritz
is made up of so many bits
it started with the age of zits
then followed fifteen rowdy kids
...
Only forty more sleeps
and then Santa will come
with the bells and the beeps
and the presents for some.
...
To see reality for what it is
one needs not only eyes,
but sharpened ears.
And if those very organs,
...
He swept into the hall
where poets had assembled
by the thousands.
Bearing a stack of papers
...
They hummed.
And sang,
but when they drooled
I raised my hand
...
It was the greenest green
that she had ever seen.
A tiny, sad-eyed frog,
daydreaming on a log.
...
You did not hesitate,
big hands you have,
they did not care
about the world
...
I told the world about my past,
that I hailed from the old and dusty,
and after many steps, at last
I could discard my filthy, musty
...