(2014)
yes, darling you should come & take care of me, someone has to, & you
excuse me, i thought you were also the center of a fractal
if ever someone is my dearest ear who hears my truth as theirs
the center holds itself still that rockets believably may be seen exploding in all directions from somewhere vaguely
man, it’s hard to come down from impossible hopes seemingly
this being we are, delights in all things, yes but is held breathless
first fruits hardly a handful, the garden
being drawn back unlike a bowstring but down and in as water finds the lowest
unspeakable dearth of nutrient the cause of the complaint, lack of the sweet titmilk of human connection,
here in the middle of the bottom of the lie how obvious
reflecting on the moment before, would be useful only were it not already perfect.
so, i’m in this spiritual war. maybe you aren’t, but i am. many great losses
STEP BACK! There’s an infection you’ll get if you come any closer. It will open your eyes through the crust
people, mostly all barely beyond apes, cannot be trusted. they are incapable of caring
god is unwelcome in suburbia, the cells are too comfortable there, & love rests best under stars.