(2014)
yeah, the contract the social one, so long ago supposedly agreed to, we were born instead into. what
like bell bottoms or disco but we need it to think i’m dead
we are nearly always a world which almost
liking to say things, all kinds of things, mostly about the way things seem
I love how you talk Down to everyone In your poems Which, unlike fiction Are not covered
better fucking eat it all up. time is getting drunk & may puke, be rude, before finally
of course it is not about you. you have to know this, like baby birds know worms come with mother’s return,
you’ve been invited, stupid asshol… to remember things differently, wh… it means to be human, even. dumb shit, you’ll always let someone el… handle it, whatever always happens
was all stupid. you weren’t that entertaining. i find it all only sad now, that
when (finally) we meet I’m thinking spring wildflowers will bloom on high
love me past the edges, stances and masks, deeper than i know things.
bring me things to break myself upon till
why is nothing i can do now. where it went. what that echo means, if anything
something you need makes you its bitch, yes even as it isn’t coming, no when love stands you up & all the more sweet
may be too onerous a task for those not starving. lucky
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