Watch out for intellect,because it knows so much it knows nothingand leaves you hanging upside down,mouthing knowledge as your heartfalls out of your mouth.

As it has been said:Love and a coughcannot be concealed.Even a small cough.Even a small love.

I am stuffing your mouth with yourpromises and watching you vomit them out upon my face.

Only my books anoint me, and a few friends, those who reach into my veins.

Saints have no moderation, nor do poets, just exuberance.

I am God, la de dah.

Fee-fi-fo-fum -Now I'm borrowed.Now I'm numb.

That’s what I do: I make coffee and occasionally succumb to suicidal nihilism. But you shouldn’t worry — poetry is still first. Cigarettes and alcohol follow

The grass as bristly and stout as chives and me wondering when the ground will break and me wondering how anything fragile survives