(2013)
#Liar #Psychopath
just remember we are so much more than words. shadows are beautiful too but let’s not
yes, there is a gap between us always has been now it is
first fruits hardly a handful, the garden
the very idea that i could be
excuse me, i thought you were also the center of a fractal
let’s put all the stupid things in a pile and call them “love” or “worry” or
if you enjoy this pain, all expressions of it, being here compiled, then, yes enjoy them, but
simply knowing you’re in a maze doesn’t get you out, but the fact is the foundation
the center holds itself still that rockets believably may be seen exploding in all directions from somewhere vaguely
does a king come ready– made, or doesn’t he emerge from a prince once a frog, and aren’t you
oh, and how it gets you these bastard assumptions, one or two commonalities
love does not beat on doors, beg at tables. it is always
why is nothing i can do now. where it went. what that echo means, if anything
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
may be too onerous a task for those not starving. lucky