“Gee, You're so Beautiful That It's Starting to RainOh, Marcia,I want your long blonde beautyto be taught in high school,so kids will learn that Godlives like music in the skinand sounds like a sunshine harpsicord.I want high school report cards to look like this:Playing with Gentle Glass Things AComputer Magic AWriting Letters to Those You Love AFinding out about Fish AMarcia's Long Blonde Beauty A+!”

“I daydream about a high school where everybody plays the harmonica: the students, the teachers, the principal, the janitor and the cook in the cafeteria.”

“because you always have a clock strapped to your body, it's natural that i should think of you as the correct time: with your long blonde hair at 8:03, and your pulse-lightning breasts at 11:17, and your rose-meow smile at 5:30, i know i'm right.”

“Vida was sound asleep when I went back to my room. I turned on the light and it woke her up. She was blinking and her face had that soft marble quality to it that beautiful women have when they are suddenly awakened and are not quite ready for it yet. "What's happening?" she said. "It's another book," she replied, answering her own question. "Yes," I said. "What's it about?" she said automatically like a gentle human phonograph. "It's about growing flowers in hotel rooms.”

“the sweet juices of your mouthare like castles bathed in honey.i've never had it done so gently before.you have put a circle of castlesaround my penis and you swirl themlike sunlight on the wings of birds.”

“Once upon a valley There came downFrom some goldenblue mountainsA handsome young princeWho was riding a dawncolored horseNames Lordsburg. I love youYou’re my breathing castleGentle so gentleWe’ll live foreverIn the valley There was a beautiful maidenWhom the prince drifted into love withLike a New Mexico made from apple thunder and long glass beds. I love youYou’re my breathing castleGentle so gentleWe’ll live foreverThe prince enchantedThe maidenAnd they rode offOn the dawncolored horse Named LordsburgToward the goldenblue mountains.I love youYou’re my breathing castleGentle so gentleWe’ll live foreverThey would have lived happily ever after if the horse hadn’t had a flat tireIn front of a dragon’sHouse.”

“The Beautiful Poem"I go to bed in Los Angeles thinking about you.Pissing a few moments ago I looked down at my penisaffectionately.Knowing it has been inside you twice today makes mefeel beautiful.”