First thought, best thought.
A naked lunch is natural to us We eat reality sandwiches. But allegories are so much lettuce. Don't hide the madness.
We are all exposed to the flash bulb of death.
Naked in solitary prison cell he looks down at a hard-on.
The best thing about being famous is that it makes it easier to get laid.
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!