“I think of New York City lost in starsforgotten as a blue haired pet of childhood love Tonight the night is full;”
“was it man's love to screw the sky with monuments span the bay with orange and silver bridges shuttling structure into structure incorruptible in this endless tie each age impassions be it in stone or steel either in echo or halfheard ruin”
“Ah, if I were dictator I'd have poets throwing bombs!”
“but if a girl were possibleas I am possiblethen marriage would be possible...”
“It is a great feeling to know that from a windowI can go to books to cans of beer to past loves.And from these gather enough dream to sneak out a back door.”
“If you believe you're a poet, then you're saved. ”
“I learned life were no dream I learned truth deceived Man is not God Life is a century Death an instant”
“Standing on a street corner waiting for no one is power.”