Look at the sun sinkin' like a ship. Ain't that just like my heart, babe. When you kissed my lips?
Patriotism is the last refuge to which a scoundrel clings.
I like America, just as everybody else does. I love America, I gotta say that. But America will be judged.
Idiot wind, blowing every time you open your mouth.
He did ten years in Attica, reading Nietzsche and Wilhelm Reich.
A poem is a naked person.