Everybody's serious but me.
If I had a soul I sold it for pretty words If I had a body I used it up spurting my essence Allen Ginsberg warns you dont follow my path to extinction
Which way will the sunflower turn surrounded by millions of suns?
I know I'm not God, are you? Don't be silly. God? God? Everybody's God? Don't be silly.
Candor disarms paranoia.
What thoughts I have of you tonight, Walt Whit- man, for I walked down the sidestreets under the trees with a headache self-conscious looking at the full moon. In my hungry fatigue, and shopping for images, I went into the neon fruit supermarket, dreaming of your enumerations!