(2013)
Fieldwizards and firetops. Wobblybirds on snowflowers. Chilled milk and chowder for the little prince. Mothercake for mumbled thanks.
cool this angst some with beer, amazing how it works, three in and suddenly ashamed that i could hate
first fruits hardly a handful, the garden
lie still. be quiet. please understand what happens so, next time
when (finally) we meet I’m thinking spring wildflowers will bloom on high
this being we are, delights in all things, yes but is held breathless
oh, and how it gets you these bastard assumptions, one or two commonalities
the conquering child turns 50, gets the gag out its mouth, says here i am. let’s play now
i keep smiling forgetting to remember to stop myself.
i love you for the doubt you show me still possible in this body where you show me
something you need makes you its bitch, yes even as it isn’t coming, no when love stands you up & all the more sweet
better fucking eat it all up. time is getting drunk & may puke, be rude, before finally
root it out the tiny bit left that says someone’s in charge not you. don’t let it live
yes, there is a gap between us always has been now it is
if you enjoy this pain, all expressions of it, being here compiled, then, yes enjoy them, but