(2014)
yes, there is a gap between us always has been now it is
they really do know how to shove something up your ass like
love does not beat on doors, beg at tables. it is always
oh, and how it gets you these bastard assumptions, one or two commonalities
root it out the tiny bit left that says someone’s in charge not you. don’t let it live
cool this angst some with beer, amazing how it works, three in and suddenly ashamed that i could hate
reflecting on the moment before, would be useful only were it not already perfect.
every story, especially those promising finally to grant the square hat with tassels, is a load of shit. the god which
I dream sometimes you surprise me and it is surprising that I don’t immediately realize I’m dreaming
when (finally) we meet I’m thinking spring wildflowers will bloom on high
why is nothing i can do now. where it went. what that echo means, if anything
lie still. be quiet. please understand what happens so, next time
of course it is not about you. you have to know this, like baby birds know worms come with mother’s return,
people, mostly all barely beyond apes, cannot be trusted. they are incapable of caring
first fruits hardly a handful, the garden