Poets are damned… but see with the eyes of angels.

I really believe, or want to believe, really I am nuts, otherwise I'll never be sane.

If I had a soul I sold itfor pretty wordsIf I had a body I usedit up spurting my essenceAllen Ginsberg warns youdont follow my pathto extinction

Democracy! Bah! When I hear that I reach for my feather boa!

I never dreamed the sea so deep,The earth so dark; so long my sleep,I have become another child.I wake to see the world go wild.

I learned a world from each / one whom I loved

one must verge on the unknown, write toward the truth hitherto unrecognizable of one’s own sincerity, including the avoidable beauty of doom, shame, and embarrassment, that very area of personal self-recognition,(detailed individual is universal remember) which formal conventions, internalized, keep us from discovering in ourselves and others

The world is holy! The soul is holy! The skin is holy!The nose is holy! The tongue and cock and handand asshole holy!Everything is holy! everybody's holy! everywhere isholy! everyday is in eternity! Everyman's anangel!

America I'm putting my queer shoulder to the wheel.