Death's in the good-bye. Votes: 17
Blue eyes wash off sometimes. Votes: 6
Some women marry houses. Votes: 5
stop the darkness and its amputations and find the real McCoy in the private holiness of my hands. Votes: 3
The fish are naked. The fish are always awake. They are the color of old spoons and caramels. Votes: 3
Man is a bird full of mud, I say aloud. And death looks on with a casual eye and scratches his anus. Votes: 0
I am crazy as hell, but I know it. And knowing it is a kind of sanity that makes the sickness worse. Votes: 0
All who love have lied. Votes: 0
Give me your skin as sheer as a cobweb, let me open it up and listen in and scoop out the dark. Votes: 0
As it has been said: Love and a cough cannot be concealed. Even a small cough. Even a small love. Votes: 0
A woman who writes feels too much. Votes: 0
The future is a fog that is still hanging out over the sea, a boat that floats home or does not. Votes: 0
To tell the truth Votes: 0
In a dream you are never eighty. Votes: 0
I raise my pelvis to God so that it may know the truth of how flowers smash through the long winter. Votes: 0
Everyone has left me except my muse, that good nurse. She stays in my hand, a mild white mouse. Votes: 0
Poems aren't postcards to send home. Votes: 0
Mood can be as important as sense. Votes: 0
The ground has on its clothes. The trees poke out of sheets and each branch wears the sock of God. Votes: 0
I grow old on my bitterness. Votes: 0
God is only mocked by believers. Votes: 0
The little girl skipped by under the wrinkled oak leaves and held fast to a replica of herself. Votes: 0
sorrow is easier than guilt. Votes: 0
I'll Votes: 0
I sit at my desk Votes: 0
My mouth blooms like a cut. Votes: 0
When I lie down to love, old dwarf heart shakes her head. Like an imbecile she was born old. Votes: 0
O fallen angel, the companion within me, whisper something holy before you pinch me into the grave. Votes: 0
I think of myself as writing for one person, that one perfect reader who understands and loves. Votes: 0
It would be pleasant to be drunk. Votes: 0
Need is not quite belief. Votes: 0
psychiatry is a dirty mirror ... Votes: 0
Rejoice with the day lily for it is born for a day to live by the mailbox and glorify the roadside Votes: 0
[I] have fantasies of killing myself and thus being the powerful one not the powerless one. Votes: 0
I am so imperfect, can you love me when really my soul is deformed? Will you love me anyhow? Votes: 0
The sea is mother-death and she is a mighty female, the one who wins, the one who sucks us all up. Votes: 0
We are all writing God's poem. Votes: 0
Poetry to me is prayer ... Votes: 0
Yes I try to kill myself in small amounts, an innocuous occupation. Actually I'm hung up on it. Votes: 0
I have been cut in two. Votes: 0
God went out of me Votes: 0
I burn the way money burns. Votes: 0
Rats live on no evil star Votes: 0
women are born twice. Votes: 0
Depression is boring, I think and I would do better to make some soup and light up the cave. Votes: 0
I would like to bury Votes: 0