I Felt Free And Therefore I Was

Parade My Trouble In Front Of You Guys? Make You Realize That My Heart Is Broken . . . That As Long As I Live I'll Have Chains Dragging Me Down To The Oceans Of Sad Tears That My Feet Are Wet In Already.

The Unspeakable Visions Of The Individual.

Write In Recollection And Amazement For Yourself.

Who Can Leap The World's Ties And Sit With Me Among White Clouds?

It Is Not My Fault That Certain So-called Bohemian Elements Have Found In My Writings Something To Hang Their Peculiar Beatnik Theories On.