it's springand the goat-footedballoonMan whistlesfarandwee

A poem in the heart is worthmore than a million dollarsin the bank account.

I want to show my sins withinTo help make me sinless, once again"What I Want

A breeze, a forgotten summer, a smile, all can fit into a storefront window.

After Homer and Dante, is a whole century of creating worth one Shakespeare?

Not every given chance deserves love, but every love deserves a given chance.

And you’re a tall drink of water because we’re so fucking thirsty

No more can this Angel teach her,Yet, this guiding wing shall not forsake ...

poets. have the toughest jobin the universe-of turning silenceinto eloquence.

I negate this distance with / what it would be / to be shining you.

I want to gossip about forever / against the part of your back that / is mine.

Yet do I marvel at this curious thing: To make a poet black, and bid him sing.

Do not eat of this world,she warned as I left,unless you are willing to suffer.

what ismore beautifultears, in someone’s eyesfor meor in my eyesfor them.

if onlyour tongueswere made of glasshow muchmore carefulwe would bewhen wespeak