“Democracy! Bah! When I hear that I reach for my feather boa!”

“America I used to be a communist when I was a kid and I'm not sorry.”

“If I had a soul I sold itfor pretty wordsIf I had a body I usedit up spurting my essenceAllen Ginsberg warns youdont follow my pathto extinction”

“Unholy battered old thing you were, my sunflower O my soul, I loved you then!”

“I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving...”

“Sometime I’ll lay down my wrath, As I lay my body down Between the ache of breath and breath, Golden slumber in the bone.”

“My books piled up before me for my use waiting in space where I placed them, they haven't disappeared, time's left its remnants and qualities for me to use -- my words piled up, my texts, my manuscripts, my loves.”