He loves me. That’s half enough: he’s the only man around.
I lie down and see you one bed over; therefore God exists.
If every present is possible, how can we have eyes to see?
If I bring the wrong pen the words look like snow piles on an empty page.
I let you pull my hair, throw me to the rocks, disarrange me.
Absence rarely makes the heart grow fonder, or so my mother said.
Lunatics call it annihilation . . . Think of it as not doing a thing
Suddenly two would dart and clasp one another belly to belly.
I’ve taken the pledge and made donations of blood to the world.
You know what you’ve come looking for you probably won’t find.
My daddy used to yodel. That’s not all. He'd wear plaid shorts & guinea Ts.
My brush an M-16, thirty-round clips for tubes of paint, all of them red.
I want you enough to gnash you into a silence made from pieces of silver.
There’s nowhere he can kiss where she hasn’t been kissed by the sun.
Let’s rummage through each other’s bodies like a blowout sale.
Regarding the affairs of our Father, your demon is Ennui.
A child no bigger than small change calls from her window j’ai faim.
What excuse did I use to pick a fight with that arrogant poet?
Imagine octopus, and keep the talk going through the chew.
Even the busiest of businessmen are out for the count, paying the price.
This is the stupid math of loving another human being.
They plant whispers where shouts incinerate into hisses.
Years ago I wanted parallel lives, to see how it turns out for all of me.
Tell her I put poison in the pot and I intend to watch her drink it.
Two bikers, the bartender, me, and a skinny girl in skintight blue jeans.
Through the dark, we say, through the dark: but do we ever really know?
My baby was calling to me. But I was welded to the mountain.