(2012)
I understand the tattoo now “VERITAS” on your wrist, only there because it is entirely absent everywhere else.
I dream sometimes you surprise me and it is surprising that I don’t immediately realize I’m dreaming
here in the middle of the bottom of the lie how obvious
the center holds itself still that rockets believably may be seen exploding in all directions from somewhere vaguely
of course it is not about you. you have to know this, like baby birds know worms come with mother’s return,
oh, and how it gets you these bastard assumptions, one or two commonalities
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
got the sex drive of 15 young bulls, but the women are all scared.
was all stupid. you weren’t that entertaining. i find it all only sad now, that
shut my eyes and squeeze my demand, the point of a spear. what will happen.
shall we turn down the covers, crawl inside? find there a place that’s been waiting for us, a vortex of sorts
my spirit sings to you, clears and quickens. losing you is impossible
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
why is nothing i can do now. where it went. what that echo means, if anything
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