“I will not be held like a drunkard / under the cold tap of facts”

“Even without the mushroom cloudstill I would have hatedListenI would have done the same thingseven if there were no deathI will not be held like a drunkardunder the cold tap of factsI refuse the universal alibi”

“In Montreal spring is like an autopsy. Everyone wants to see the inside of the frozen mammoth. Girls rip off their sleeves and the flesh is sweet and white, like wood under green bark. From the streets a sexual manifesto rises like an inflating tire, “the winter has not killed us again!”

“Love is not a victory marchIt's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah”

“Like a bird on a wire,like a drunk in a midnight choir,I have tried in my way to be free!!”

“Yeah I missed you since the place got wrecked By the winds of change and the weeds of sex looks like freedom but it feels like death it's something in between, I guess it's closing time.”

“I have often prayed for you like this Let me have her”