(2015)
first fruits hardly a handful, the garden
cool this angst some with beer, amazing how it works, three in and suddenly ashamed that i could hate
the conquering child turns 50, gets the gag out its mouth, says here i am. let’s play now
a breeze. already know what’s what. shut up. kiss her. shut up...
my spirit sings to you, clears and quickens. losing you is impossible
better fucking eat it all up. time is getting drunk & may puke, be rude, before finally
so, come on then, brilliant one, see, i’ve been waiting for you with eyes
shut my eyes and squeeze my demand, the point of a spear. what will happen.
was all stupid. you weren’t that entertaining. i find it all only sad now, that
got the sex drive of 15 young bulls, but the women are all scared.
i love you for the doubt you show me still possible in this body where you show me
love me past the edges, stances and masks, deeper than i know things.
no means no. no response means no. (everyone knows maybe means nothing
the center holds itself still that rockets believably may be seen exploding in all directions from somewhere vaguely
unspeakable dearth of nutrient the cause of the complaint, lack of the sweet titmilk of human connection,