(2013)
finally, without knowing it was coming, he got to die. it was great. like a birthday party clown, he was equally the center
nobody goes mad on purpose, also never is it not shared,
lie still. be quiet. please understand what happens so, next time
this being we are, delights in all things, yes but is held breathless
god is unwelcome in suburbia, the cells are too comfortable there, & love rests best under stars.
yeah, the contract the social one, so long ago supposedly agreed to, we were born instead into. what
i could not conceive of such beauty, it had to hit me like it has. nothing
shall we turn down the covers, crawl inside? find there a place that’s been waiting for us, a vortex of sorts
no means no. no response means no. (everyone knows maybe means nothing
reflecting on the moment before, would be useful only were it not already perfect.
the center holds itself still that rockets believably may be seen exploding in all directions from somewhere vaguely
oh, and how it gets you these bastard assumptions, one or two commonalities
if i stub my fucking toe it’s their fault so say i, and who could argue? you almost
i love you for the doubt you show me still possible in this body where you show me
every story, especially those promising finally to grant the square hat with tassels, is a load of shit. the god which