Warren Heiti Quotes & Sayings

The handless clock trying to hold
the hour of death, salt
in the last mouthful of water.
The windows opaque with silence,
silence stagnating in the wineglass. — Warren Heiti

The taste of chalk. The sun lays its copper thumbs on my eyelids. The radio plays the monologue of a dog. What is the formula for tomorrow? — Warren Heiti

Your self is a cosmetic
fiction, a centrifuge. — Warren Heiti

Your voice, an evening
in late June, ice losing
its edges in a jar of tea. — Warren Heiti

The sky bruised my eyes with rain's weight and my body was a held breath. — Warren Heiti

I stand there at the corner, known
by the equinox and knowing
nothing, exposed by the alethic
light of those apples,
that fearless crocus,
the magnolia tree, its chandelier
of tears. — Warren Heiti

The mind is moored to others;
the wasps orbit on little tethers of light. — Warren Heiti

The iris of your fist
constricts. — Warren Heiti