Even when I'm dead, I'll swim through the Earth, like a mermaid of the soil, just to be next to your bones.

There's two kinds of women--those you write poems about and those you don't.

I know it’s stupid to not own a gun yet have so many triggers, but in some other world gigantic seashells hold humans to their ears and listen to the echo of machines.

I've been ignored by prettier women than you, but none who carried the heavy pitchers of silence so far, without spilling a drop.

But one kiss levitates above all the others. The intersection of function and desire. The I do kiss. The I’ll love you through a brick wall kiss. Even when I’m dead, I’ll swim through the Earth, like a mermaid of the soil, just to be next to your bones.

I swallowed a hand grenade that never stops exploding.

Once I thought I found love, but then I realized I was just out of cigarettes.