(2015)
yes, there is a gap between us always has been now it is
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
god is unwelcome in suburbia, the cells are too comfortable there, & love rests best under stars.
does a king come ready– made, or doesn’t he emerge from a prince once a frog, and aren’t you
just remember we are so much more than words. shadows are beautiful too but let’s not
the center holds itself still that rockets believably may be seen exploding in all directions from somewhere vaguely
excuse me, i thought you were also the center of a fractal
why is nothing i can do now. where it went. what that echo means, if anything
if ever someone is my dearest ear who hears my truth as theirs
stupid met crazy decided to have a baby or two... what else you gonna do?
liking to say things, all kinds of things, mostly about the way things seem
shut my eyes and squeeze my demand, the point of a spear. what will happen.
we are nearly always a world which almost
webwomb’s not the maker of me. came into it as falling is done. down, only always
my spirit sings to you, clears and quickens. losing you is impossible