#poetry

"Campbell's Soup: M'm! M'm! Good!... ...even though our products have more sodium than the Dead Sea."

"Poetry is what happens when nothing else can."

"Voodoo I'm phobic about pins and needles.Can I just stick a voodoo doll in the microwave?"

"Love is a game of tic-tac-toe,constantly waitingfor the next x or o."

"There's two kinds of women--those you write poems about and those you don't."

"When in Doubt [10w] If your relationship becomes stagnant,set fire to her dress."

"When I’m depressed, I read Caeiro — he’s my fresh air. I become very calm, content, faithful — yes, I find faith in God, and in the soul’s transcendent living smallness, after reading the poems by that ungodly anti-humanist who goes unsurpassed on earth."

"Poets have been mysteriously silent on the subject of cheese."

"Shadows are only Neutral at Noon [10w] + {Couplet} Whose side shadows fall upon,tis' ordained by reigning sun."

"Senility [10w] Senility's like a bottle of Coke that lost its bubbles."

"Clairol: Does she or doesn't she... ...take it up the ass."

"Fodder for Poets [10w] Childhood memories are the most seminal sustenance for creating poetry."

"We thought everything would be forgotten, but I still remember yourclaws running down my back.I wonder if you still think about us,the way I do.How our legs would crash into each other in the middle of the night, and how we endedup creating the moon in the confines of our beds."

"What is this slow blue dream of living, and this fevered death by dreaming?"

"Heaven [10w] Heaven’s not a destination ~it’s a way of processing life."

"Marriage [10w] The only thing better than forgiveness in marriage is forgetfulness."

"My friend, you thought you lost Him;that all your life you've been separated from Him.Filled with wonder, you've always looked outside for Him,and haven't searched within your own house."

"to live in this worldyou must be ableto do three thingsto love what is mortal;to hold itagainst your bones knowingyour own life depends on it;and, when the time comes to let it go,to let it go"

"The poetry of the earth is never dead."

"Russian, Metafizicheskiy-poshlost This is the humorous metaphysical banality like watching Tolstoy's wife, Sophia, nag her husband about leaving borscht stains on the table linen. The resulting discombobulation totally messed up the ending of Anna Karenina."