(2013)
no means no. no response means no. (everyone knows maybe means nothing
the very idea that i could be
if ever someone is my dearest ear who hears my truth as theirs
webwomb’s not the maker of me. came into it as falling is done. down, only always
of the things that make me become better only music is unlike surgery
my spirit sings to you, clears and quickens. losing you is impossible
people, mostly all barely beyond apes, cannot be trusted. they are incapable of caring
I understand the tattoo now “VERITAS” on your wrist, only there because it is entirely absent everywhere else.
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
first fruits hardly a handful, the garden
man, it’s hard to come down from impossible hopes seemingly
I will meet you in the open air, & pet your pony’s nose. You will be
just listen the trees drink silly.. I work i work that day the not
was all stupid. you weren’t that entertaining. i find it all only sad now, that
Fieldwizards and firetops. Wobblybirds on snowflowers. Chilled milk and chowder for the little prince. Mothercake for mumbled thanks.