(2013)
thank humanity for beer, if nothing else whatsoever.
when (finally) we meet I’m thinking spring wildflowers will bloom on high
let’s put all the stupid things in a pile and call them “love” or “worry” or
reflecting on the moment before, would be useful only were it not already perfect.
man, it’s hard to come down from impossible hopes seemingly
if ever someone is my dearest ear who hears my truth as theirs
love me past the edges, stances and masks, deeper than i know things.
Fieldwizards and firetops. Wobblybirds on snowflowers. Chilled milk and chowder for the little prince. Mothercake for mumbled thanks.
the very idea that i could be
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
something you need makes you its bitch, yes even as it isn’t coming, no when love stands you up & all the more sweet
if you enjoy this pain, all expressions of it, being here compiled, then, yes enjoy them, but
yes, i’m saying sunshine & rainbows will flow from your heart & other lovely places like living liquid
the center holds itself still that rockets believably may be seen exploding in all directions from somewhere vaguely
we are nearly always a world which almost
if i stub my fucking toe it’s their fault so say i, and who could argue? you almost