“The demented strutting of a dumb bird in the moonlight.”

“Say that the berries on a tree fermented / say that some birds ate them got drunk demented / couldn't fly straight flew straight into instead / wall of an office block and fell down dead / down on the pavement people undeterred / stepping over the mound of broken bird”

“So like a bit of stone I lieUnder a broken tree.I could recover if I shriekedMy heart's agonyTo passing bird, but I am dumb.”

“You are reading while walking, she reads. You can't see your feet. The spread pages glide over the sidewalk, mottled by leaf shadows, by moonlight and streetlight. Over continents of shadow, continents of light. The book is a bird with white wings. You are a bird. Reading, you can fly.You are flying now.”

“God helps those who strut their stuff.”

“He said, "The word for moonlight is moonlight.”