I was satisfied with haiku until I met you, but now I want a Russian novel, a 50-page description of you sleeping.

You start with a darkness to move through but sometimes the darkness moves through you.

Here is a semi-transparent pebble I picked up on the way to my EKG. Probably worthless but it is my heart so take it.

Just because a thing can't be done doesn't mean it can't be did. We all look into mirrors and see phantoms. Our error is our Eros. Why is there something instead of nothing? The answer is reckless and surreal.

Hark, dumbass, the error is not to fall but to fall from no height. Don't fall off a curb, fall off a cliff.

Just because we have birds inside us, we don't have to be cages.

You want happy endings, read cookbooks.