He dreams at the center of a closed system,
Like the prison system, or a system of love,

Where folktale, recipe, and household custom

Refer back to the maze that they are of.

-- from "A System: PCP, or Angel Dust"

Taste and appetite are contraposed in Boss Cupid, the twelfth book of poems by the quintessential San Francisco poet, who is also the quintessential craftsman and quintessentially a love poet, though not of quintessential love.