Trevor Roach

“America when will we end the human war?
Go fuck yourself with your atom bomb”
― Allen Ginsberg, Howl, Kaddish and Other Poems

“I depart as air, I shake my white locks at the runway sun, I bequeath myself to the dirt to grow from the grass I love. If you want me again look for me under your boot soles. You will hardly know who I am or what I mean. Failing to fetch me at first keep encouraged, missing me one place search another, I stop somewhere waiting for you”
― Walt Whitman, Song of Myself

“I have just realized that the stakes are myself
I have no other
ransom money, nothing to break or barter but my life”
― Diane di Prima

“We are great writers on the same dreadful typewriter”
― Allen Ginsberg, Howl and Other Poems