User:FreeePedia

What can I hold you with?

I offer you lean streets, desperate sunsets, the

moon of the jagged suburbs.

I offer you the bitterness of a man who has looked

long and long at the lonely moon.

I offer you my ancestors, my dead men, the ghosts

that living men have honoured in bronze.

I offer you whatever insight my books may hold,

whatever manliness or humour my life.

I offer you the loyalty of a man who has never been loyal.