"What is a home when you’re a gypsy soul?"
"The hellfire has nothin' on the torture some of us endure here above ground."
"Hey, what kind of cult would you like to start?"
"Crawling up his legs like spiders."
"This one is a poem from the second half of my new book, Death & Love/Love & Death, a tête-bêche book that is double-sided and can be read front to back by flipping it upside-down. "
"See I told you."
"Scars hide the pain behind ice blue eyes."
"When tell-a-vision is in short provision after division of your fellow humans."
"A few of them escaped once then ran a train on that poor boy."