(2014)
man, it’s hard to come down from impossible hopes seemingly
so, i’m in this spiritual war. maybe you aren’t, but i am. many great losses
you are guilty of failing to love and understand me, like a dog is guilty of failing to speak or use
nobody goes mad on purpose, also never is it not shared,
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
I understand the tattoo now “VERITAS” on your wrist, only there because it is entirely absent everywhere else.
got the sex drive of 15 young bulls, but the women are all scared.
yeah, the contract the social one, so long ago supposedly agreed to, we were born instead into. what
just listen the trees drink silly.. I work i work that day the not
oh, and how it gets you these bastard assumptions, one or two commonalities
liking to say things, all kinds of things, mostly about the way things seem
unspeakable dearth of nutrient the cause of the complaint, lack of the sweet titmilk of human connection,
drry awfl drd sys thngs tk t lng & y bttr hrry lst y
finally, without knowing it was coming, he got to die. it was great. like a birthday party clown, he was equally the center
shall we turn down the covers, crawl inside? find there a place that’s been waiting for us, a vortex of sorts