(2013)
of course it is not about you. you have to know this, like baby birds know worms come with mother’s return,
cool this angst some with beer, amazing how it works, three in and suddenly ashamed that i could hate
does a king come ready– made, or doesn’t he emerge from a prince once a frog, and aren’t you
just remember we are so much more than words. shadows are beautiful too but let’s not
I dream sometimes you surprise me and it is surprising that I don’t immediately realize I’m dreaming
like bell bottoms or disco but we need it to think i’m dead
root it out the tiny bit left that says someone’s in charge not you. don’t let it live
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 keep smiling forgetting to remember to stop myself.
first fruits hardly a handful, the garden
here in the middle of the bottom of the lie how obvious
the conquering child turns 50, gets the gag out its mouth, says here i am. let’s play now
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
leaning into, not against it. no, decidedly for, yes, always that, no matter
we go walking around walking all over this town nothing ever getting us down cause we’re just a couple of clown…