(2014)
so, come on then, brilliant one, see, i’ve been waiting for you with eyes
I will meet you in the open air, & pet your pony’s nose. You will be
I understand the tattoo now “VERITAS” on your wrist, only there because it is entirely absent everywhere else.
just remember we are so much more than words. shadows are beautiful too but let’s not
i love you for the doubt you show me still possible in this body where you show me
finally, without knowing it was coming, he got to die. it was great. like a birthday party clown, he was equally the center
bring me things to break myself upon till
being drawn back unlike a bowstring but down and in as water finds the lowest
here in the middle of the bottom of the lie how obvious
got the sex drive of 15 young bulls, but the women are all scared.
every story, especially those promising finally to grant the square hat with tassels, is a load of shit. the god which
unspeakable dearth of nutrient the cause of the complaint, lack of the sweet titmilk of human connection,
the center holds itself still that rockets believably may be seen exploding in all directions from somewhere vaguely
shall we turn down the covers, crawl inside? find there a place that’s been waiting for us, a vortex of sorts
if ever someone is my dearest ear who hears my truth as theirs