We're all golden sunflowers inside.
That blue flame burnning? Industry!
Forget pleasure and Ambition
Trees hang their branches
The real America that Whitman proclaimed and Thoreau decoded.
Love is only a recognition of our own guilt and imperfection, and a supplication for forgiveness to the perfect beloved. This is why we love those who are more beautiful than ourselves, why we fear th...
I was so sick that I found myself worrying about the future of man's soul, my own in particular.
Poets are Damned... but See with the Eyes of Angels.
Democracy! Bah! When I hear that I reach for my feather boa!
Trees scream and drop bright leaves
I have just discovered that I have no feelings, just thoughts, borrowed thoughts taken from someone I admire because he seems to have feelings.
War is good business Invest your son
Forty feet long sixty feet high hotelCovered with old gray for buzzing fliesEye like mango flowing orange pusEars Durga people vomiting in their sleepGot huge legs a dozen buses move inside CalcuttaSw...
Clock hands move noonward
The narcotic tobacco haze of Capitalism
If all else fails you can read
What Patriot wrote that shit?
We the People - shelling the Vietcong
Steak swallowers zonked on Television!
No more to say, and nothing to weep for