“Tell him to turn wine to water, we’re all sober, no / more miracles, the show’s over, shower us instead in the absence / of his presence…”

“Brazen, uncut seven-incher for the whims of whom each of the seven sins worms and bends, wounded wingèd thing, maggot angel hovering between two extremes…”

“A walk in solitude is to talk to the soul, / beauty’s quest is to remove from life its defects until / we stop questioning and accept…”

“Born in darkness because no light could bear us, / how much better self-abuse is when it’s with you, / my hushed Muse, my dearest silence, heavenly-bodied…”

“Many seats but he sat next to me. / Every weekend seemed less endless / than we’d hoped it would be. Training to / ride the copper wave…”