Poor Thing. To Die And Never See

I Wonder If The Artist Ever Lives His Life--he Is So Busy Recreating It.

Poor Thing. To Die And Never See Brooklyn.

It Would Be Pleasant To Be Drunk.

I Think I've Been Writing Black Poems All Along, Wearing My White Mask. I'm Always The Victim ... But No Longer!

This Is No Dream Just My Oily Life Where The People Are Alibis And The Street Is Unfindable For An Entire Lifetime.