(2013)
man, it’s hard to come down from impossible hopes seemingly
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
this being we are, delights in all things, yes but is held breathless
first fruits hardly a handful, the garden
like bell bottoms or disco but we need it to think i’m dead
i love you for the doubt you show me still possible in this body where you show me
nobody goes mad on purpose, also never is it not shared,
let’s put all the stupid things in a pile and call them “love” or “worry” or
of the things that make me become better only music is unlike surgery
cool this angst some with beer, amazing how it works, three in and suddenly ashamed that i could hate
i keep smiling forgetting to remember to stop myself.
unspeakable dearth of nutrient the cause of the complaint, lack of the sweet titmilk of human connection,
every story, especially those promising finally to grant the square hat with tassels, is a load of shit. the god which
of course it is not about you. you have to know this, like baby birds know worms come with mother’s return,
got the sex drive of 15 young bulls, but the women are all scared.