Verse

'I’ve learnt everything I know from the Doctor. / When he asks if I want to talk about my mother / I say, ‘No, thank you. My mother is dead. It’s classic.'

'on how I set them down and then they quarrel / in a row at meal time'

'Both are in excess of thought / which is not the brain’s function which is action! / Sure, the mind is not Raskolnikov napping'

'I had a dream my two girls, grown up, / with their intelligent eyes and nuanced, searching faces, / stalked up to me at Christmas, or something very like Christmas'

'I live by the alien logic we impose on children. / Whoever smelt it dealt it. I’m glazed with K-Y / beside the Goth girls gone haywire. / Talk about cathexis!'

'Things I may no longer bring on airplanes: / 1. Box cutters / 2. Airplanes'

'I spit on any fresh green breast. / It’s a misdemeanor. You can build the rest / from airplane parts and Listerine.'

'If hell, like soylent green, is people, / every little hermit is the one true God.'

'The moon is my alibi. My tenders throw hissy fits. / My scalp’s at the foot of the precipice. / My lume is spento, there’s a creep in my cellar. / You can stand under my umbrella, Ella.'