Keep your eyes on the road, your hands upon the wheel.

Do you know how pale & wanton thrillful comes death on a strange hour unannounced, unplanned for like a scaring over-friendly guest you've brought to bed Death makes angels of us all & gives us wings where we had shoulders smooth as raven's claws

Indians scattered on dawn's highway bleeding/Ghosts crowd the young child's fragile eggshell mind.

A hero is someone who rebels, or seems to rebel, against the facts of existence and seems to conquer them, but obviously that can work at moments.

I am interested in anything about revolt, disorder, chaos, especially activity that seems to have no meaning.

I've always thought comparisons were useless and ugly. It is a short cut to thinking.

We are content in the 'given' in sensation's quest. We have been metamorphosised from a mad body dancing on hillsides to a pair of eyes staring in the dark.