(2014)
first fruits hardly a handful, the garden
lie still. be quiet. please understand what happens so, next time
something you need makes you its bitch, yes even as it isn’t coming, no when love stands you up & all the more sweet
we go walking around walking all over this town nothing ever getting us down cause we’re just a couple of clown…
was all stupid. you weren’t that entertaining. i find it all only sad now, that
better fucking eat it all up. time is getting drunk & may puke, be rude, before finally
reflecting on the moment before, would be useful only were it not already perfect.
simply knowing you’re in a maze doesn’t get you out, but the fact is the foundation
shut my eyes and squeeze my demand, the point of a spear. what will happen.
I dream sometimes you surprise me and it is surprising that I don’t immediately realize I’m dreaming
dopplergangers in case you both explode, who knows it could happen, true love too qui… like a limerick, obvious stupid si… like things aren’t. also, angular
being drawn back unlike a bowstring but down and in as water finds the lowest
yes, darling you should come & take care of me, someone has to, & you
oh, and how it gets you these bastard assumptions, one or two commonalities
i love you for the doubt you show me still possible in this body where you show me