I'm with you in Rocklandin 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've given you all and now I'm nothing.

Everybody's serious but me.

Where are we going, Walt Whitman?

America this is quite serious

I’m obsessed by Time Magazine.I read it every week.Always telling me about responsibility. Businessmen are serious. Movie producers are serious. Everybody’s seriousbut me.

America when will you be angelic? When will you take off your clothes?

It occurs to me that I am America.I am talking to myself again.