This Poem Needs No Title, 1975

I try real hard to
 succeed when the world
  crashes all around me.


I wish that certain
 persons would recognize
  me for being me and not
   some crazy hippie they
    met at a party years
     ago when life was nice
      and you could still say how
       pretty she looked and now
        I'm criticized for my ideas
         and my mind breaks down
          to a level before being born
           and I'm a vegetable or sorts
            but why does it have to be that
             way, or haven't you heard?


The coroner ruled his
 death as a suicide and
  the preacher led them in prayer.