(2016)
the conquering child turns 50, gets the gag out its mouth, says here i am. let’s play now
STEP BACK! There’s an infection you’ll get if you come any closer. It will open your eyes through the crust
webwomb’s not the maker of me. came into it as falling is done. down, only always
god is unwelcome in suburbia, the cells are too comfortable there, & love rests best under stars.
my spirit sings to you, clears and quickens. losing you is impossible
root it out the tiny bit left that says someone’s in charge not you. don’t let it live
reflecting on the moment before, would be useful only were it not already perfect.
we go walking around walking all over this town nothing ever getting us down cause we’re just a couple of clown…
yes, darling you should come & take care of me, someone has to, & you
the center holds itself still that rockets believably may be seen exploding in all directions from somewhere vaguely
I will meet you in the open air, & pet your pony’s nose. You will be
yeah, the contract the social one, so long ago supposedly agreed to, we were born instead into. what
unspeakable dearth of nutrient the cause of the complaint, lack of the sweet titmilk of human connection,
better fucking eat it all up. time is getting drunk & may puke, be rude, before finally
simply knowing you’re in a maze doesn’t get you out, but the fact is the foundation