(2014)
root it out the tiny bit left that says someone’s in charge not you. don’t let it live
got the sex drive of 15 young bulls, but the women are all scared.
here in the middle of the bottom of the lie how obvious
lie still. be quiet. please understand what happens so, next time
cool this angst some with beer, amazing how it works, three in and suddenly ashamed that i could hate
was all stupid. you weren’t that entertaining. i find it all only sad now, that
dopplergangers in case you both explode, who knows it could happen, true love too qui… like a limerick, obvious stupid si… like things aren’t. also, angular
here’s a story. it may even be true. where i come from nothing ever sucks, so i
I love how you talk Down to everyone In your poems Which, unlike fiction Are not covered
nobody goes mad on purpose, also never is it not shared,
if ever someone is my dearest ear who hears my truth as theirs
Fieldwizards and firetops. Wobblybirds on snowflowers. Chilled milk and chowder for the little prince. Mothercake for mumbled thanks.
man, it’s hard to come down from impossible hopes seemingly
if i stub my fucking toe it’s their fault so say i, and who could argue? you almost
if you enjoy this pain, all expressions of it, being here compiled, then, yes enjoy them, but
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