(2014)
here’s a story. it may even be true. where i come from nothing ever sucks, so i
the conquering child turns 50, gets the gag out its mouth, says here i am. let’s play now
no means no. no response means no. (everyone knows maybe means nothing
I understand the tattoo now “VERITAS” on your wrist, only there because it is entirely absent everywhere else.
man, it’s hard to come down from impossible hopes seemingly
nobody goes mad on purpose, also never is it not shared,
if you enjoy this pain, all expressions of it, being here compiled, then, yes enjoy them, but
Fieldwizards and firetops. Wobblybirds on snowflowers. Chilled milk and chowder for the little prince. Mothercake for mumbled thanks.
first fruits hardly a handful, the garden
I dream sometimes you surprise me and it is surprising that I don’t immediately realize I’m dreaming
if ever someone is my dearest ear who hears my truth as theirs
shall we turn down the covers, crawl inside? find there a place that’s been waiting for us, a vortex of sorts
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got the sex drive of 15 young bulls, but the women are all scared.
so, i’m in this spiritual war. maybe you aren’t, but i am. many great losses