Summertime. It was a song. It was a season. I wondered if that season would ever live inside of me.
Last Night I Sang to the MonsterI’d rather have a cup of coffee and a cigarette than live in all that honesty.
Last Night I Sang to the MonsterI was so thin I could slice bread with my shoulderblades, only I seldom had bread
The Last Night of the Earth PoemsI don't need shoes. I need a night scope. You think they sell night scopes someplace here?
Two for the DoughCeaseless as the interminable voices of the bell-cricket, all night till dawn my tears flow.
The Tale of GenjiThe day I smile on you flirting with another man is the day you know our relationship is dead.
One Night... Nine Month ScandalIntelligence is perhaps but a malady, -a beautiful malady; the oysters's pearl.
Philosophic Nights in Paris,: Being Selections from Promenades PhilosophiquesEven the rain in its night singing, / the night rain in its forgetting, / is a kind of light.
Thirty-Seven Small Songs & Thirteen SilencesHe would pray...for everyone who knew pain, which meant everyone who wore a human face.
What the Night KnowsI don't know. I got nothing. No house, no people, no place. Maybe that's troubles. Don't I say?
A Walk in the Night and Other Stories