(2013)
god is unwelcome in suburbia, the cells are too comfortable there, & love rests best under stars.
lie still. be quiet. please understand what happens so, next time
I love how you talk Down to everyone In your poems Which, unlike fiction Are not covered
stupid met crazy decided to have a baby or two... what else you gonna do?
if ever someone is my dearest ear who hears my truth as theirs
here in the middle of the bottom of the lie how obvious
you are guilty of failing to love and understand me, like a dog is guilty of failing to speak or use
shut my eyes and squeeze my demand, the point of a spear. what will happen.
first fruits hardly a handful, the garden
man, it’s hard to come down from impossible hopes seemingly
a breeze. already know what’s what. shut up. kiss her. shut up...
of the things that make me become better only music is unlike surgery
was all stupid. you weren’t that entertaining. i find it all only sad now, that
got the sex drive of 15 young bulls, but the women are all scared.
love does not beat on doors, beg at tables. it is always
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