(2013)
if ever someone is my dearest ear who hears my truth as theirs
I understand the tattoo now “VERITAS” on your wrist, only there because it is entirely absent everywhere else.
love me past the edges, stances and masks, deeper than i know things.
we go walking around walking all over this town nothing ever getting us down cause we’re just a couple of clown…
the very idea that i could be
a few hundred million dying days later he emerges into crazy
shut my eyes and squeeze my demand, the point of a spear. what will happen.
of the things that make me become better only music is unlike surgery
nobody goes mad on purpose, also never is it not shared,
first fruits hardly a handful, the garden
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
i could not conceive of such beauty, it had to hit me like it has. nothing
so, i’m in this spiritual war. maybe you aren’t, but i am. many great losses
being drawn back unlike a bowstring but down and in as water finds the lowest
you’ve been invited, stupid asshol… to remember things differently, wh… it means to be human, even. dumb shit, you’ll always let someone el… handle it, whatever always happens