(2014)
I will meet you in the open air, & pet your pony’s nose. You will be
every story, especially those promising finally to grant the square hat with tassels, is a load of shit. the god which
shut my eyes and squeeze my demand, the point of a spear. what will happen.
finally, without knowing it was coming, he got to die. it was great. like a birthday party clown, he was equally the center
first fruits hardly a handful, the garden
when (finally) we meet I’m thinking spring wildflowers will bloom on high
excuse me, i thought you were also the center of a fractal
STEP BACK! There’s an infection you’ll get if you come any closer. It will open your eyes through the crust
the conquering child turns 50, gets the gag out its mouth, says here i am. let’s play now
you are guilty of failing to love and understand me, like a dog is guilty of failing to speak or use
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
love me past the edges, stances and masks, deeper than i know things.
love does not beat on doors, beg at tables. it is always
dopplergangers in case you both explode, who knows it could happen, true love too qui… like a limerick, obvious stupid si… like things aren’t. also, angular
being drawn back unlike a bowstring but down and in as water finds the lowest