(2014)
does a king come ready– made, or doesn’t he emerge from a prince once a frog, and aren’t you
cool this angst some with beer, amazing how it works, three in and suddenly ashamed that i could hate
we go walking around walking all over this town nothing ever getting us down cause we’re just a couple of clown…
I just felt what I think I’ll feel always, once we’ve finally met, and share this cool space, like an open secr… It felt like all my favorite songs…
if ever someone is my dearest ear who hears my truth as theirs
the center holds itself still that rockets believably may be seen exploding in all directions from somewhere vaguely
root it out the tiny bit left that says someone’s in charge not you. don’t let it live
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
a breeze. already know what’s what. shut up. kiss her. shut up...
the conquering child turns 50, gets the gag out its mouth, says here i am. let’s play now
yes, darling you should come & take care of me, someone has to, & you
love me past the edges, stances and masks, deeper than i know things.
reflecting on the moment before, would be useful only were it not already perfect.
lie still. be quiet. please understand what happens so, next time
liking to say things, all kinds of things, mostly about the way things seem