Sex Means Nothing--just The Moment Of Ecstasy,

I'd Like To Think...that People In Pubs Would Talk About My Poems

I Wouldn't Mind Seeing China If I Could Come Back The Same Day.

Only One Ship Is Seeking Us, A Black-sailed Unfamiliar, Towing At Her Backa Huge And Birdless Silence. In Her Wakeno Waters Breed Or Break.

What Are Days For? Days Are Where We Live.

Everyone Should Be Forcibly Transplanted To Another Continent From Their Family At The Age Of Three.