"Rip a line from a poet, serve as epitaph, decide  
some paranormal reason is like a weed, pretty in the world."

"stars on the concrete."

"Oh, the irony. Oh, the self-
 
immolation of a glittering hero’s tired, tinsel
alter ego on a pyre of guilt, unpaid karmic"

"I waited in Honolulu by a sea wall where
I first kissed her and she kissed me back
and evening felt more or less like flying."