I'm not fighting for justice. I am not fighting for freedom. I am fighting for my life and another day in the world here.

It was a hubba, hubba, ding dang, baby you are just everythang.

I don't like the stigma that comes with being called a poet . . . So I call what I'm doing an improvisational adventure or an inebriational travelogue.

Photos are profound because they have such short lives. They are more like fingerprints, dead leaves, rain puddles, or the corpses of flies.

My friends think I'm ugly, I gotta masculine face.

George Bush is a fan of mine, he came to see me in the Seventies. His coke dealer brought him.

Time is just memory Mixed in with Desire.