Howl because you haveto love somethingeven yourself, you twisted narcissisticyouthAnd…
This shape that is not a shape, has no colour or scent, just a sitting open thing, a vulnerable thing, like…
Not much is seen clearlybut nowis so much better than the last
Aching for reveries the still afternoon that looks like it very much wants to bea painting The…
All work has been an imitation of the literary cackle in my head — Ginsberg
Bent overfixing together the newpiece, chucking the old onesor somethingto…