(2014)
yeah, the contract the social one, so long ago supposedly agreed to, we were born instead into. what
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...
being drawn back unlike a bowstring but down and in as water finds the lowest
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
just remember we are so much more than words. shadows are beautiful too but let’s not
love does not beat on doors, beg at tables. it is always
something you need makes you its bitch, yes even as it isn’t coming, no when love stands you up & all the more sweet
I love how you talk Down to everyone In your poems Which, unlike fiction Are not covered
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
we are nearly always a world which almost
just start over not so much like anything was particularly
no means no. no response means no. (everyone knows maybe means nothing
yes, i’m saying sunshine & rainbows will flow from your heart & other lovely places like living liquid