(2014)
leaning into, not against it. no, decidedly for, yes, always that, no matter
if ever someone is my dearest ear who hears my truth as theirs
we go walking around walking all over this town nothing ever getting us down cause we’re just a couple of clown…
webwomb’s not the maker of me. came into it as falling is done. down, only always
so, come on then, brilliant one, see, i’ve been waiting for you with eyes
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
Fieldwizards and firetops. Wobblybirds on snowflowers. Chilled milk and chowder for the little prince. Mothercake for mumbled thanks.
here’s a story. it may even be true. where i come from nothing ever sucks, so i
just start over not so much like anything was particularly
does a king come ready– made, or doesn’t he emerge from a prince once a frog, and aren’t you
i love you for the doubt you show me still possible in this body where you show me
being drawn back unlike a bowstring but down and in as water finds the lowest
unspeakable dearth of nutrient the cause of the complaint, lack of the sweet titmilk of human connection,
I understand the tattoo now “VERITAS” on your wrist, only there because it is entirely absent everywhere else.
just remember we are so much more than words. shadows are beautiful too but let’s not