“Scream in despair over Meat and Metal Microphone”
“Eat Eat said the sign”
“I saw you, Walt Whitman, childless, lonely old grubber,poking among the meats in the refrigerator and eyeing the grocery boys. I heard you asking questions of each: Who killed the pork chops?What price bananas? Are you my Angel?”
“A naked lunch is natural to usWe eat reality sandwiches.But allegories are so much lettuce.Don't hide the madness.”
“The madman bum and angel beat in time with the absolute heart of the poem butchered out of their own bodies good to eat a thousand years”
“To gain your own voice, forget about having it heard. Become a saint of your own province and your own consciousness.”