Tell your secrets. [In reply to the question "How does one become a prophet?"]

Concentrate on what you want to say to yourself and your friends. Follow your inner moonlight; don't hide the madness. You say what you want to say when you don't care who's listening.

Taxi September along Jessore Road Oxcart skeletons drag charcoal load past watery fields thru rain flood ruts Dung cakes on treetrunks, plastic-roof huts Wet processions Families walk Stunted boys big heads don't talk Look bony skulls & silent round eyes Starving black angels in human disguise.

The real America that Whitman proclaimed and Thoreau decoded.

America, I've given you all and now I'm nothing.

Poets are Damned... but See with the Eyes of Angels.

I smoke marijuana every chance I get.