“Beneath my incredulity All at once is flowingJoy, the flash of the unbaited hook --Yes, yes, it fits, it's right, it had to be!Intuition weightless and ongoing Like stanzas in a bookOr golden scales in the melodic brook --”

“Nor do I try to keep a garden, onlyAn avocado in a glass of water --Roots pallid, gemmed with air. And later,When the small gilt leaves have grownFleshy and green, I let them die, yes, yes,And start another. I am earth's no less.”

“Lost, is it, buried? One more missing piece?But nothing's lost. Or else: all is translationAnd every bit of us is lost in it(Or found — I wander through the ruin of SNow and then, wondering at the peacefulness)And in that loss a self-effacing tree,Color of context, imperceptiblyRustling with its angel, turns the wasteTo shade and fiber, milk and memory.”

“The eggshell of appearance split.”

“The day is breaking someone else's heart.”

“Once you get into it, it's all you can think about. Look, I know you don't trust my judgment because I eat cat shit. Someday I'll explain that to you. But right now do what I say. Just pick up the ball and throw it.”

“I'm clear with all my bitches...I hump her till she bites me. Then it's adios bitches, time for BALL.”