We’re all golden sunflowers inside.

This is the one and onlyfirmament; thereforeit is the absolute world.There is no other world.The circle is complete.I am living in Eternity.The ways of this worldare the ways of Heaven.

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, the plum blossoms are falling.

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

You know, the guys there were so beautiful—they’ve lost that wounded look that fags all had 10 years ago.

Just because I like to suck cock doesn’t make me any less American than Jesse Helms.

No rest without love, no sleep without dreams of love- be mad or chill obsessed with angels or machines, the final wish is love -cannot be bitter, cannot deny,cannot withhold if denied: the weight is...

I know I’m not God, are you? Don’t be silly.God? God? Everybody’s God? Don’t be silly.

I would rather go mad, gone down the dark road to Mexico, heroin dripping in my veins, eyes and ears full of marijuana, eating the god Peyote on the floor of a mudhut on the...

Poetry is the one place where people can speak their original human mind. It is the outlet for people to say in public what is known in private.

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

Thank God I am not God! Thank God I am not God!

Whoever controls the media, the images, controls the culture.

So he said, ‘What would you like to do? What is your desire really?’ I said, ‘Doctor, I don’t think you’re going to find this very healthy and clear, but I really would like to...

Everybody’s serious but me.

Concentrate on what you want to say to yourself and your friends. Follow your inner moonlight; don’t hide the madness. You say what you want to say when you don’t care who’s listening.

Absolutes are Coercion.Change is absolute.

America I’ve given you all and now I’m nothing.

We are great writers on the same dreadful typewriter

Sunflower poised against the sunset, crackly bleak and dusty with the smut and smog and smoke of olden locomotives in its eye—corolla of bleary spikes pushed down and broken like a battered crown, seeds fallen...

in my dreams you walk dripping from a sea journey on the highway across America in tears to the door of my cottage in the Western night

Who dreamt and made incarnate gaps in Time & Spacethrough images juxtaposed, and trapped the archangel of the soul between 2 visual images and joined the elemental verbs and set the noun and dash of...

I have no other possessions of value but my soul.

…robots pencil prescriptions for acid gas sunsets

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

I learned a world from each / one whom I loved

..Moloch who entered my soul early. Moloch in whom I am a consciousness without a body. Moloch who frightened me out of my natural ecstasy. Moloch whom I abandon. Wake up in Moloch.. Light streaming...

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

Every American wants MORE MORE of the world and why not, you only live once. But the mistake made in America is persons accumulate more more dead matter, machinery, possessions & rugs & fact information...

Follow your inner moonlight; don’t hide the madness.

Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy!Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy!The world is holy! The soul is holy! The skin is holy!The nose is holy! The tongue and cock and handand asshole...

who journeyed to Denver, who died in Denver, who came back to Denver & waited in vain, who watched over Denver & brooded and loned in Denver and finally went away to find out the...

The Wisdom of Solomon (Carl) They censor words not the things they denote:It would create less of a stir to drop a piece of shit on Grant’s tombthan to write it out in white paint....

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)...

and he imagines carsand rides them in his dreams,so lonely growing up amongthe imaginary automobilesand dead souls of Tarrytownto createout of his own imaginationthe beauty of his wildforebears – a mythology he cannot inherit.