I have a new method of poetry. All you got to do is look over your notebooks... or lay down on a couch, and think of anything that comes into your head, especially the miseries. Then arrange in lines of two, three or four words each, don't bother about sentences, in sections of two, three or four lines each.

I've got enough money to live where I want, but I don't want to move.Go out and have sexual adventures in Burma.

I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked.

Others can measure their visions by what we see.

I learned a world from each / one whom I loved

Who’ll come lie down in the dark with me Belly to belly and knee to knee Who’ll look into my hooded eye Who’ll lie down under my darkened thigh?

Candor disarms paranoia.