Bein Crazy Is The Least Of My

At Lilac Evening I Walked With Every Muscle Aching Among The Lights Of 27th And Welton In The Denver Colored Section, Wishing I Were A Negro, Feeling That The Best The White World Had Offered Was Not Enough Ecstasy For Me, Not Enough Life, Joy, Kicks, Darkness, Music, Not Enough Night.

...and Performing Our One And Noble Function Of The Time, Move.

Houses Are Full Of Things That Gather Dust

Offer Them What They Secretly Want And They Of Course Immediately Become Panic-stricken.

The Air Was Soft, The Stars So Fine, The Promise Of Every Cobbled Alley So Great, That I Thought I Was In A Dream.