God has a brown voice, as soft and full as beer.
One of my secret instructions to myself as a poet is "Whatever you do, don't be boring."
I burn the way money burns.
It would be pleasant to be drunk.
I find now, swallowing one teaspoon of pain, that it drops downward to the past where it mixes with last year’s cupful and downward into a decade’s quart and downward into a lifetime’s ocean. I alternate treading water and deadman’s float.
The beautiful feeling after writing a poem is on the whole better even than after sex, and that's saying a lot.