I wonder, with all the flowers in the garden, how many of them ever think of hanging themselves with the garden hose, if ever they can. - Anthony Liccione
From my mother's sleep I fell into the State,And I hunched in its belly till my wet fur froze.Six miles from earth, loosed from the dream of life,I woke to black flak and the nightmare fighters.When I died they washed me out of the turret with a hose. - Randall Jarrell