2016
of course it is not about you. you have to know this, like baby birds know worms come with mother’s return,
better fucking eat it all up. time is getting drunk & may puke, be rude, before finally
they really do know how to shove something up your ass like
i could not conceive of such beauty, it had to hit me like it has. nothing
bring me things to break myself upon till
like bell bottoms or disco but we need it to think i’m dead
when (finally) we meet I’m thinking spring wildflowers will bloom on high
was all stupid. you weren’t that entertaining. i find it all only sad now, that
may be too onerous a task for those not starving. lucky
we were all talking, things taking shape as they do, when someone said, be desireless, like that is at all a thing people
people, mostly all barely beyond apes, cannot be trusted. they are incapable of caring
a few hundred million dying days later he emerges into crazy
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
the very idea that i could be