(2013)
every story, especially those promising finally to grant the square hat with tassels, is a load of shit. the god which
if i stub my fucking toe it’s their fault so say i, and who could argue? you almost
I just felt what I think I’ll feel always, once we’ve finally met, and share this cool space, like an open secr… It felt like all my favorite songs…
I love how you talk Down to everyone In your poems Which, unlike fiction Are not covered
like bell bottoms or disco but we need it to think i’m dead
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
the center holds itself still that rockets believably may be seen exploding in all directions from somewhere vaguely
something you need makes you its bitch, yes even as it isn’t coming, no when love stands you up & all the more sweet
i keep smiling forgetting to remember to stop myself.
does a king come ready– made, or doesn’t he emerge from a prince once a frog, and aren’t you
just start over not so much like anything was particularly
they really do know how to shove something up your ass like
there are never really any angels in god’s company, it really just pretends them
people, mostly all barely beyond apes, cannot be trusted. they are incapable of caring
simply knowing you’re in a maze doesn’t get you out, but the fact is the foundation