The sky leans on me, me, the one upright among all horizontals.

I want to be silverly beautiful.

I was supposed to be having the time of my life.

I have to live my life, and it is the only one I’ll ever have.

As a poet I would say everything should be able to come into a poem but I can't put toothbrushes in a poem. I really can't.

If you expect nothing from anybody, you’re never disappointed.

The slime of all my yesterdays rots in the hollow of my skull.