(2015)
here in the middle of the bottom of the lie how obvious
lie still. be quiet. please understand what happens so, next time
does a king come ready– made, or doesn’t he emerge from a prince once a frog, and aren’t you
we are nearly always a world which almost
just listen the trees drink silly.. I work i work that day the not
unspeakable dearth of nutrient the cause of the complaint, lack of the sweet titmilk of human connection,
god is unwelcome in suburbia, the cells are too comfortable there, & love rests best under stars.
i could not conceive of such beauty, it had to hit me like it has. nothing
was all stupid. you weren’t that entertaining. i find it all only sad now, that
dopplergangers in case you both explode, who knows it could happen, true love too qui… like a limerick, obvious stupid si… like things aren’t. also, angular
yes, i’m saying sunshine & rainbows will flow from your heart & other lovely places like living liquid
the very idea that i could be
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
love me past the edges, stances and masks, deeper than i know things.
my spirit sings to you, clears and quickens. losing you is impossible