I've walked these streets, in a carnival of sights to see. All the cheap thrill seekers, the vendors & the dealers, they crowded around me. Have I been blind? Have I been lost, inside myself and my own mind? Hypnotized, mesmerized, by what my eyes have seen? I've walked these streets, in a spectacle of wealth & poverty. In the diamond market, the scarlet welcome carpet that they just rolled out for me.

I go to the river from time to time to ponder over the crazy days in my life. Watch the river flow, ease my mind and soul where I go.

It's funny, I remember doing the Johnny Carson show, and, uh, I couldn't afford my rent.

Poetry comes alive to me through recitation.

I’ve always considered it a great privilege to be a musician, I’ve never lost sight of that.

I can't remove the autobiographical slant from the things I write. You always bring yourself into what you're writing.

I've had a large gay following for many years and have been quite aware of that.