people are not good to each other. perhaps if they were our deaths would not be so sad.

i am going to start selling air in dark orange bags marked: moon-blooms

To me Art (poetry) is a continuous and continuing process and that when a man fails to write good poetry he fails to live fully or well.

The park grass looked greener, the park benches looked better and the flowers were trying harder.

I am ashamed to be a member of the human race but I don't want to add any more to that shame, I want to scrape a little of it off.

I would certainly end up forever crying the blues into a coffee cup in a park for old men playing chess or silly games of some sort.

Gradually I came to realize that my understanding of women goes only as far as the pleasure is concerned.