“Mothers weep and Sons be dumbyour brothers and children murder the beautiful yellow bodies of Indochina in dreams invented for your eyes by TV”

“War is good business Invest your son”

“Banks burn, boys die bullet-eyed, mothers scream realization the vast tonnage of napalm”

“We're not our skin of grime, we're not our dread bleak dusty imageless locomotive, we're all beautiful golden sunflowers inside, we're blessedby our own seed & hairy nakedaccomplishment-bodies growing into mad black formal sunflowers in the sunset, spied on by our eyes under the shadow of the mad locomotive riverbank sunset Frisco hilly tincan evening sitdown vision.”

“washing terror-waves round earth-globe back to suburb TV home night kitchens”

“I touch your book and dream of our odyssey in the supermarket and feel absurd.”

“Electric Networks spread fear of murder on the streets”