Today God gives milk / and I have the pail.

The future is a fog that is still hanging out over the sea, a boat that floats home or does not.

[I] have fantasies of killing myself and thus being the powerful one not the powerless one.

And if I tried to give you something else, something outside myself, you would not know that the worst of anyone can be, finally, an accident of hope

Images are probably the most important part of the poem. First of all you want to tell a story, but images are what are going to shore it up and get to the heart of the matter.

I burn the way money burns.

I would like a simple life / yet all night I am laying / poems away in a long box.