“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. ”

“Kissing a rose is a dumb thing to donot just from the rose's point of view.But it's a startlike driving off a cliff's probably a finish.In beween you'll probably want to go to Mexico,get so drunk you think what you're doing is a dance.”

“Poetry is not efficient. If you want to learn how to cook a lobster, it’s probably best not to look to poetry. But if you want to see the word lobster in all its reactant oddity, its pied beauty, as if for the first time, go to poetry. And if you want to know what it’s like to be that lobster in the pot, that’s in poetry too.”

“but nothing can be taken back,not the leaves by the trees, the rainby the clouds. You want to take backthe ugly thing you said, but some shrapnelremains in the wound, some mud.”

“When you look ito the still, deep water,you can feel it looking back,trying to come up with the proper punishment.Fucking water, who made you the boss?”

“‎I was satisfied with haiku until I met you, jar of octopus, cuckoo's cry, 5-7-5, but now I want a russian novel, a 50-page description of you sleeping, another 75 of what you think staring at your window.”

“A poem should be odd as a small cast-iron platypus.”