“the writing of some
is like a vast bridge
that carries you
the many things
that claw and tear.
The Wine of Forever”
Charles Bukowski – Love is a Dog from Hell
I got drunk to tell you that somebody else told me I was in love with you.
“America when will you be angelic?
When will you take off your clothes?
When will you look at yourself through the grave?”
Allen Ginsberg – America