Look At The Sun Sinkin' Like A

Someone Handed Me Mexico City Blues In St. Paul [minnesota] In 1959 And It Blew My Mind. It Was The First Poetry That Spoke My Own Language.

It's Very Tiring Having Other People Tell You How Much They Dig You If You Yourself Don't Dig You.

When You Think That You Lost Everything You Find Out You Can Always Lose A Little More.

Your Mind Is A Your Temple, Keep It Beautiful And Free. Don't Let An Egg Get Laid In It By Something You Can't See.

I Gave Her My Heart But She Wanted My Soul.