A lifetime of poetry from the edges, age 17 through 73, published and unpublished, my very own counterculture (since no-one else would have me), serious and satirical, sacred and profane, life-affirming and angstily squirming, from word-besotted youth and the acid skies of San Francisco on to the Lower East Side and back to the Coast, Philly to Portland and around the globe, from parenthood through unrepentant septuagenarianism by way of various substances, trips and stumbles, with a soupçon of silliness and profundity, a dash of wisdom, a hint of enlightenment and a spoonful of sex, all over a background of rock 'n roll and old weird American music. Tasty!