(2014)
the center holds itself still that rockets believably may be seen exploding in all directions from somewhere vaguely
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
excuse me, i thought you were also the center of a fractal
when (finally) we meet I’m thinking spring wildflowers will bloom on high
here’s a story. it may even be true. where i come from nothing ever sucks, so i
there are never really any angels in god’s company, it really just pretends them
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…
got the sex drive of 15 young bulls, but the women are all scared.
yes, i’m saying sunshine & rainbows will flow from your heart & other lovely places like living liquid
if i stub my fucking toe it’s their fault so say i, and who could argue? you almost
let’s put all the stupid things in a pile and call them “love” or “worry” or
they really do know how to shove something up your ass like
being drawn back unlike a bowstring but down and in as water finds the lowest
something you need makes you its bitch, yes even as it isn’t coming, no when love stands you up & all the more sweet
leaning into, not against it. no, decidedly for, yes, always that, no matter