(2015)
like bell bottoms or disco but we need it to think i’m dead
i love you for the doubt you show me still possible in this body where you show me
here’s a story. it may even be true. where i come from nothing ever sucks, so i
you are guilty of failing to love and understand me, like a dog is guilty of failing to speak or use
finally, without knowing it was coming, he got to die. it was great. like a birthday party clown, he was equally the center
life and even one good thing– anything, a course in wonders becomes? no school, thanks not for me. no lesson one so likes declaring to find itself legs. no
I understand the tattoo now “VERITAS” on your wrist, only there because it is entirely absent everywhere else.
why is nothing i can do now. where it went. what that echo means, if anything
unspeakable dearth of nutrient the cause of the complaint, lack of the sweet titmilk of human connection,
first fruits hardly a handful, the garden
we go walking around walking all over this town nothing ever getting us down cause we’re just a couple of clown…
yes, there is a gap between us always has been now it is
just remember we are so much more than words. shadows are beautiful too but let’s not
when (finally) we meet I’m thinking spring wildflowers will bloom on high
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
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