Nobody saves America by sniffing cocaine. Jiggling your knees blankeyed in the rain, when it snows in your nose you catch cold in your brain.

We're not our skin of grime, we're not our dread bleak dusty imageless locomotive, we're all beautiful golden sunflowers inside, we're blessed by our own seed & hairy naked accomplishment-bodies growing into mad black formal sunflowers in the sunset, spied on by our eyes under the shadow of the mad locomotive riverbank sunset Frisco hilly tincan evening sitdown vision.

We love to be hurt and we love to have our unhealing wounds opened and reopened again: we sit staring in the mirror of art, fascinated by our own deformities.

What if someone gave a war and Nobody came?

First thoughts are the strongest.

Affection is the most important thing. And the quality of affection - with your friends, your lovers, your family. But particularly for your own generation.

in my dreams you walk dripping from a sea journey on the highway across America in tears to the door of my cottage in the Western night