In the holy solipsism of the young Now I can't walk thru a city street w/out eying each single pedestrian. I feel thier vibe thru my skin, the hair on my neck --- it rises.

Tell them you came, and saw, and looked into my eyes and saw the shadow of the guard receding. Thoughts in time and out of season, the hitchinker stood by the side of the road and levelled his thumb in the calm calculus of reason. [...] Why does my mind circle around you? Why do planets wonder what it would be like to be you? All your soft wild promises were words, birds, endlessly in flight.

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

Listen, real poetry doesn't say anything; it just ticks off the possibilities. Opens all doors. You can walk through anyone that suits you.

Give me songs to sing and emerald dreams to dream and I'll give you love unfolding.

I think the highest and lowest points are the important ones. Anything else is just...in between.

the human race was dying out Noone left to scream n shout People living on the moon Smog will get you pretty soon Ship of Fools