Now it’s jazz, the place is roaring, all beautiful girls in there, one mad brunette at the bar drunk with her boys. One strange chick I remember from somewhere, wearing a simple skirt w...

Society has good intentions Burea… 5 years ago – other furies other l… America’s trying to control the uncontrollab… The essential smile In the essent…

Tears is the break of my brow, The moony tempestuous Sitting downIn dark railyards When to see my mother’s face Recalling from the waking vision

“Tryna get to sunny Californy” — Boom. It’s the awful raincoat making me look like a selfdefeated… murdering imaginary gangster, an i… a rueful coat, how can they unders…

The taste of rain —Why kneel?

The story of man Makes me sick Inside, outside, I don’t know why Something so conditional

The low yellow moon above the Quiet lamplit house.

I keep falling in love with my mother, I dont want to hurt her —Of all people to hurt. Every time I see her