(2014)
love me past the edges, stances and masks, deeper than i know things.
they really do know how to shove something up your ass like
was all stupid. you weren’t that entertaining. i find it all only sad now, that
here’s a story. it may even be true. where i come from nothing ever sucks, so i
when (finally) we meet I’m thinking spring wildflowers will bloom on high
now, I’m no Bukowski but my friends who don’t like poet… except his stuff, tell me they like mine, and I can drink like a drinking machine
does a king come ready– made, or doesn’t he emerge from a prince once a frog, and aren’t you
if i stub my fucking toe it’s their fault so say i, and who could argue? you almost
man, it’s hard to come down from impossible hopes seemingly
i could not conceive of such beauty, it had to hit me like it has. nothing
root it out the tiny bit left that says someone’s in charge not you. don’t let it live
a breeze. already know what’s what. shut up. kiss her. shut up...
we are nearly always a world which almost
reflecting on the moment before, would be useful only were it not already perfect.
like bell bottoms or disco but we need it to think i’m dead