(2014)
if i stub my fucking toe it’s their fault so say i, and who could argue? you almost
you are guilty of failing to love and understand me, like a dog is guilty of failing to speak or use
a breeze. already know what’s what. shut up. kiss her. shut up...
unspeakable dearth of nutrient the cause of the complaint, lack of the sweet titmilk of human connection,
so, come on then, brilliant one, see, i’ve been waiting for you with eyes
cool this angst some with beer, amazing how it works, three in and suddenly ashamed that i could hate
yeah, the contract the social one, so long ago supposedly agreed to, we were born instead into. what
webwomb’s not the maker of me. came into it as falling is done. down, only always
was all stupid. you weren’t that entertaining. i find it all only sad now, that
nobody goes mad on purpose, also never is it not shared,
finally, without knowing it was coming, he got to die. it was great. like a birthday party clown, he was equally the center
life and even one good thing– anything, a course in wonders becomes? no school, thanks not for me. no lesson one so likes declaring to find itself legs. no
so, i’m in this spiritual war. maybe you aren’t, but i am. many great losses
oh, and how it gets you these bastard assumptions, one or two commonalities
yes, darling you should come & take care of me, someone has to, & you