“Cancel my subscription to the resurrection.”

“Some of the worst mistakes in my life were haircuts”

“[...] My wild wordsslip into fusionand risk losingthe solid ground.So stranger, getwilder still.Probe the highlands.”

“Actually I don't remember being born, it must have happened during one of my black outs.”

“If my poetry aims to achieve anything, it's to deliver people from the limited ways in which they see and feel.”

“Tell them you came, and saw, and lookedinto my eyes and saw the shadowof the guard receding.Thoughts in time and out of season,the hitchinker stood by the side of the roadand levelled his thumb in thecalm calculus of reason. [...] Why does my mind circle around you?Why do planets wonder what itwould be like to be you?All your soft wild promises were words,birds, endlessly in flight.”

“In the holy solipsism of the youngNow I can't walk thru a citystreet w/out eying eachsingle pedestrian. I feelthier vibe thru myskin, the hair on my neck--- it rises.”