Read moreI was lucky enough to see with my own eyes the recent stock-market crash, where they lost several million dollars, a rabble of dead money that went sliding off into the sea.
Read moreNew York is something awful, something monstrous. I like to walk the streets, lost, but I recognize that New York is the world’s greatest lie. New York is Senegal with machines.
Read moreTo see you naked is to recall the Earth.
Read moreWith their souls of patent leather, they come down the road. Hunched and nocturnal, where they breathe they impose, silence of dark rubber, and fear of fine sand.
Read moreGreen how I want you green. Green wind. Green branches.
Read moreNot for a moment, beautiful aged Walt Whitman, have I failed to see your beard full of butterflies.