You lay, a small knuckle on my white bed; lay, that fist like a snail, small and strong at my breast. Your lips are animals; you are fed with love. A….

The joy that isn't shared dies young..

it was my first doll that water went into and water came out of much earlier it was the diaper I wore and the dirt thereof and my mother hating me fo….

Once I was a couple. I was my own king and queen with cheese and bread and rosé on the rocks of Rockport..

In an old time there was a king as wise as a dictionary..

What's missing is the eyeballs in each of us, but it doesn't matter because you've got the bucks, the bucks, the bucks..

My mouth blooms like a cut..

stop the darkness and its amputations and find the real McCoy in the private holiness of my hands..

Abundance is scooped from abundance yet abundance remains..

Even without wars, life is dangerous..

Every time I get happy the Nana-hex comes through. Birds turn into plumber's tools, a sonnet turns into a dirty joke, a wind turns into a tracheotomy….

I was only sitting here in my white study with the awful black words pushing me around..

When they turn the sun on again I'll plant children under it, I'll light up my soul with a match and let it sing..

Let there be a heaven so that man may outlive his grasses..

For forty days, for forty nights Jesus put one foot in front of the other and the man he carried, if it was a man, became heavier and heavier..

Images are the heart of poetry ... You're not a poet without imagery..

Pulling off the fat diamond engagement ring, pulling off the elopement wedding ring, and holding them, clicking them in thumb and forefinger, the ind….

Yet love enters my blood like an I.V., dripping in its little white moments..

Some women marry houses. It's another kind of skin; it has a heart, a mouth, a liver and bowel movements..

I grow old on my bitterness..

Rocks crumble, make new forms, oceans move the continents, mountains rise up and down like ghosts yet all is natural, all is change..