Nobody Ever Finds The One

One Can Never Be Sure Whether It's Good Poetry Or Bad Acid

Fay Had A Spot Of Blood On The Left Side Of Her Mouth And I Took A Wet Cloth And Wiped It Off. Women Were Meant To Suffer; No Wonder They Asked For Constant Declarations Of Love.

I Hid In Bars, Because I Didn't Want To Hide In Factories.

Homosexuals Are Delicate And Bad Poetry Is Delicate And [allen] Ginsberg Turned The Tables By Making Homosexual Poetry Strong Poetry, Almost Manly Poetry; But In The Long Run, The Homo Will Remain The Homo And Not The Poet.

They Thought I Had Guts They Were Wrong I Was Only Frightened Of More Important Things