(2014)
something you need makes you its bitch, yes even as it isn’t coming, no when love stands you up & all the more sweet
they really do know how to shove something up your ass like
we are nearly always a world which almost
of course it is not about you. you have to know this, like baby birds know worms come with mother’s return,
lie still. be quiet. please understand what happens so, next time
better fucking eat it all up. time is getting drunk & may puke, be rude, before finally
life and even one good thing– anything, a course in wonders becomes? no school, thanks not for me. no lesson one so likes declaring to find itself legs. no
webwomb’s not the maker of me. came into it as falling is done. down, only always
so, i’m in this spiritual war. maybe you aren’t, but i am. many great losses
the very idea that i could be
every story, especially those promising finally to grant the square hat with tassels, is a load of shit. the god which
yes, there is a gap between us always has been now it is
like bell bottoms or disco but we need it to think i’m dead
Fieldwizards and firetops. Wobblybirds on snowflowers. Chilled milk and chowder for the little prince. Mothercake for mumbled thanks.
root it out the tiny bit left that says someone’s in charge not you. don’t let it live