(2014)
why is nothing i can do now. where it went. what that echo means, if anything
I understand the tattoo now “VERITAS” on your wrist, only there because it is entirely absent everywhere else.
yeah, the contract the social one, so long ago supposedly agreed to, we were born instead into. what
a breeze. already know what’s what. shut up. kiss her. shut up...
got the sex drive of 15 young bulls, but the women are all scared.
liking to say things, all kinds of things, mostly about the way things seem
love does not beat on doors, beg at tables. it is always
shut my eyes and squeeze my demand, the point of a spear. what will happen.
love me past the edges, stances and masks, deeper than i know things.
my spirit sings to you, clears and quickens. losing you is impossible
I dream sometimes you surprise me and it is surprising that I don’t immediately realize I’m dreaming
shall we turn down the covers, crawl inside? find there a place that’s been waiting for us, a vortex of sorts
oh, and how it gets you these bastard assumptions, one or two commonalities
excuse me, i thought you were also the center of a fractal
yes, darling you should come & take care of me, someone has to, & you
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