[T]he Dollar is always too light, a genuine Holy Ghost, more precious than blood.
Journey to the End of the NightNice is a city of ghosts and specters, but I hope not to become one of them right away.
Rue des boutiques obscuresAnd fragile is thy tenure of this world Still haunted by the monstrous ghost of God. ("To Science")
The Thirst of Satan: Poems of Fantasy and Terror