To be without God is to be a snake / who wants to swallow an elephant.

Watch out for intellect, because it knows so much it knows nothing and leaves you hanging upside down, mouthing knowledge as your heart falls out of your mouth.

I burn the way money burns.

Give me your skin as sheer as a cobweb, let me open it up and listen in and scoop out the dark.

Yesterday I did not want to be borrowed but this is the typewriter that sits before me and love is where yesterday is at.

Death, I need my little addiction to you. I need that tiny voice who, even as I rise from the sea, all woman, all there, says kill me, kill me.

Yes I try to kill myself in small amounts, an innocuous occupation. Actually I'm hung up on it.