In the name of Bacon will you chicken me up that egg. Shall I swallow cave-phantoms?
Collected Poems in English and FrenchI shall yield a rifle of fury, loaded with the justice of time and the raging storm of my soul!
The Crossing HourI think that I shall never see a poem as lovely as a hot-gushing, butt-cramping, gut hosing orgasm.
Choke