(2013)
we are nearly always a world which almost
better fucking eat it all up. time is getting drunk & may puke, be rude, before finally
this being we are, delights in all things, yes but is held breathless
I will meet you in the open air, & pet your pony’s nose. You will be
was all stupid. you weren’t that entertaining. i find it all only sad now, that
like bell bottoms or disco but we need it to think i’m dead
cool this angst some with beer, amazing how it works, three in and suddenly ashamed that i could hate
my spirit sings to you, clears and quickens. losing you is impossible
of course it is not about you. you have to know this, like baby birds know worms come with mother’s return,
people, mostly all barely beyond apes, cannot be trusted. they are incapable of caring
if ever someone is my dearest ear who hears my truth as theirs
no means no. no response means no. (everyone knows maybe means nothing
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
just start over not so much like anything was particularly
so, come on then, brilliant one, see, i’ve been waiting for you with eyes