(2013)
bring me things to break myself upon till
yes, darling you should come & take care of me, someone has to, & you
lie still. be quiet. please understand what happens so, next time
here in the middle of the bottom of the lie how obvious
love does not beat on doors, beg at tables. it is always
just remember we are so much more than words. shadows are beautiful too but let’s not
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
leaning into, not against it. no, decidedly for, yes, always that, no matter
why is nothing i can do now. where it went. what that echo means, if anything
was all stupid. you weren’t that entertaining. i find it all only sad now, that
liking to say things, all kinds of things, mostly about the way things seem
god is unwelcome in suburbia, the cells are too comfortable there, & love rests best under stars.
a few hundred million dying days later he emerges into crazy
I will meet you in the open air, & pet your pony’s nose. You will be