I will take the sun in my mouth and leap into the ripe air Alive with closed eyes to dash against darkness

the other guineahen died of a broken heart and we came to New York. I used to sit at a table,drawing wings with a pencil that kept breaking and i kept remembering how your mind looked when it slept for several years,to wake up asking why. So then you turned into a photograph of somebody who’s trying not to laugh at somebody who’s trying not to cry

I'm living so far beyond my income that we may almost be said to be living apart.

The hardest challenge is to be yourself in a world where everyone is trying to make you be somebody else.

when man determined to destroy himself he picked the was of shall and finding only why smashed it into because.

a poet is someone who is abnormally fond of that precision which creates movement. Which is to say the highest form of concentration possible: fascination; to report on the electrifying experience of being

...on forever's very now we stand.