... a starving man doesn't ask what the meal is..

Suicide is, after all, the opposite of the poem..

When someone kisses someone or flushes the toilet it is my other who sits in a ball and cries. My other beats a tin drum in my heart. My other hangs ….

I have been cut in two..

Though rain curses the window let the poem be made..

After a disaster strikes, it can be very devastating and very challenging. You're going to need a lot of strength and energy, and the American Red Cr….

Take adultery or theft. Merely sins. It is evil who dines on the soul, stretching out its long bone tongue. It is evil who tweezers my heart, picking….

Big heart, wide as a watermelon, but wise as birth, there is so much abundance in the people I have..

the marriage twists, holds firm, a sailor's knot..

Jesus saw the multitudes were hungry and He said, Oh Lord, send down a short-order cook..

bike downtown, stick out tongues at the Catholics. Or form a Piss Club where we all go in the bushes and peek at each other's sex..

I’ll put it out there: I am scarred by the nostalgic indicipherability of my own desires; I an engulfed by the intimidating unknown, pushed through d….

Man is a bird full of mud, I say aloud. And death looks on with a casual eye and scratches his anus..

Now I am going back And I have ripped my hand From your hand as I said I would And I have made it this far..

The tongue, the Chinese say, is like a sharp knife: it kills without drawing blood..

My safe, safe psychosis is broken. It was hard. It was made of stone. It covered my face like a mask. But it has cracked..

Home is my Bethlehem, my succoring shelter, my mental hospital, my wife, my dam, my husband, my sir, my womb, my skull..

One can't build little white picket fences to keep nightmares out..

Rats live on no evil star.

Sometimes I fly like an eagle but with the wings of a wren.

I see myself as one would see another. I have been cut in two..