America, the plum blossoms are falling.

No rest without love,
no sleep without dreams of love-
be mad or chill obsessed with angels or machines,
the final wish is love
-cannot be bitter, cannot deny,
cannot withhold if denied: the weight is too heavy

Everybody's serious but me.

in my dreams you walk dripping from a sea journey on the highway across America in tears to the door of my cottage in the Western night

America I'm putting my queer shoulder to the wheel.

Follow your inner moonlight; don't hide the madness.