I love being alive baby

I love Greece because poetry was born there

I love a balcony moment

I love brat summer

I love an absolutely clear sky over the ruins of all this

I love the sinner & I love the sin

I love walking around barefoot (almost anywhere)

I love you in the long afternoons. I love you under the trees. I love you in the long afternoons under the trees. And I love you under the trees where I was a person in summer. I was.

I love a mellow sepia Sunday

If a poem is trying to teach you or argue for something stop reading it

I love sucking cock

I love you Athens

I love my own company

I love the light in August

I love the train from Paris to London

I love the hidden angels in the underpinnings of the underworld

I love a new piece of furniture or any lack of personal history

I love to pass out on a xanax

I love the old because I remember it but there is nothing better than the new

We have such a sick opener coming