I learned life were no dream I learned truth deceived Man is not God Life is a century Death an instant

My father took me back home, back to Greenwich Village, and he thought by taking me out of the orphanage he'd be out of the World War too. But no way - they got him anyway. He went in the Navy and then I lived on the streets.

If you have a choice of two things and can't decide, take both.

Spirit is Life. It flows thru the death of me endlessly like a river unafraid of becoming the sea.

If you believe you're a poet, then you're saved.

It is a great feeling to know that from a window I can go to books to cans of beer to past loves. And from these gather enough dream to sneak out a back door.

Ah, if I were dictator I'd have poets throwing bombs!