I Am Inside Someone Who Hates Me.

I Am Inside Someone Who Hates Me. I Look Out From His Eyes. Smell What Fouled Tunes Come In To His Breath. Love His Wretched Women.

Art Is A Weapon In The Struggle Of Ideas, The Class Struggle.

I Am Inside Someone Who Hates Me. I Look Out From His Eyes.

An Evil Word It Is/ This Love.

Warriors Are Poets And Poems And All The Loveliness Here In The Worlds.