"A chicken in every pot...a Buick in every garage...a punchline for every poem." (for M.M.)

I want to grab you with words,

shake you awake with images

that lift and drop a question on

your plate.

Art is every language; whisper,

cry and scream. You're not

supposed to understand...you're

supposed to be infused, so that

your bags of clear water become

like delicious tea....

so that you become sensate

perfume...what better thing to

do with yourself?

Boy, wait 'til they get a whiff of me!