There is a homeless woman who walks up and down Saint Catherine Street. Her shoes are taped together. She is ignored by the multitudes of men and women whose clothes are more expensive than my monthly rent. She has perhaps no joy in her life, she has perhaps lived joys greater than you or I will ever know. I don't have a lot of money to give her and she has no walls on which to hang my paintings.

I say again that greed is killing the world. Is anyone listening to me? How can we reveal love to ourselves and to others if the world is concealed by a blanket of money and self-righteousness? I am not trying to impress you with poems. I am trying to survive; to put in small words the joys and sorrows of my soul.

I have $1.10 in the bank. Why even bother with the banks? Fuck the banks, Fuck the Capitalists and Offenders!