(2013)
i keep smiling forgetting to remember to stop myself.
does a king come ready– made, or doesn’t he emerge from a prince once a frog, and aren’t you
excuse me, i thought you were also the center of a fractal
the center holds itself still that rockets believably may be seen exploding in all directions from somewhere vaguely
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,
STEP BACK! There’s an infection you’ll get if you come any closer. It will open your eyes through the crust
reflecting on the moment before, would be useful only were it not already perfect.
a few hundred million dying days later he emerges into crazy
you are guilty of failing to love and understand me, like a dog is guilty of failing to speak or use
leaning into, not against it. no, decidedly for, yes, always that, no matter
shut my eyes and squeeze my demand, the point of a spear. what will happen.
there are never really any angels in god’s company, it really just pretends them
may be too onerous a task for those not starving. lucky
you’ve been invited, stupid asshol… to remember things differently, wh… it means to be human, even. dumb shit, you’ll always let someone el… handle it, whatever always happens