(2015)
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 i stub my fucking toe it’s their fault so say i, and who could argue? you almost
i keep smiling forgetting to remember to stop myself.
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
of course it is not about you. you have to know this, like baby birds know worms come with mother’s return,
just start over not so much like anything was particularly
love me past the edges, stances and masks, deeper than i know things.
I love how you talk Down to everyone In your poems Which, unlike fiction Are not covered
yes, i’m saying sunshine & rainbows will flow from your heart & other lovely places like living liquid
oh, and how it gets you these bastard assumptions, one or two commonalities
god is unwelcome in suburbia, the cells are too comfortable there, & love rests best under stars.
my spirit sings to you, clears and quickens. losing you is impossible
man, it’s hard to come down from impossible hopes seemingly
simply knowing you’re in a maze doesn’t get you out, but the fact is the foundation
does a king come ready– made, or doesn’t he emerge from a prince once a frog, and aren’t you