(2014)
STEP BACK! There’s an infection you’ll get if you come any closer. It will open your eyes through the crust
you are guilty of failing to love and understand me, like a dog is guilty of failing to speak or use
first fruits hardly a handful, the garden
love me past the edges, stances and masks, deeper than i know things.
just start over not so much like anything was particularly
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
was all stupid. you weren’t that entertaining. i find it all only sad now, that
i could not conceive of such beauty, it had to hit me like it has. nothing
a few hundred million dying days later he emerges into crazy
love does not beat on doors, beg at tables. it is always
I understand the tattoo now “VERITAS” on your wrist, only there because it is entirely absent everywhere else.
better fucking eat it all up. time is getting drunk & may puke, be rude, before finally
being drawn back unlike a bowstring but down and in as water finds the lowest
my spirit sings to you, clears and quickens. losing you is impossible
shut my eyes and squeeze my demand, the point of a spear. what will happen.