Poetry Is Music, And Nothing But Music.

I Am Inside Someone Who Hates Me. I Look Out From His Eyes. Smell What Fouled Tunes Come In To His Breath. Love His Wretched Women.

& Love Is An Evil Word. Turn It Backwards/see, See What I Mean? An Evol Word.

And Now Each Night, I Count The Stars. And Each Night I Get The Same Number. And When The Stars Won't Come To Be Counted, I Count The Holes They Leave.

The Landscape Should Belong To The People Who See It All The Time.

James Brown And Frank Sinatra Are Two Different Quantities In The Universe. They Represent Two Different Experiences Of The World.