(2013)
leaning into, not against it. no, decidedly for, yes, always that, no matter
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
bring me things to break myself upon till
if ever someone is my dearest ear who hears my truth as theirs
I dream sometimes you surprise me and it is surprising that I don’t immediately realize I’m dreaming
here’s a story. it may even be true. where i come from nothing ever sucks, so i
man, it’s hard to come down from impossible hopes seemingly
when (finally) we meet I’m thinking spring wildflowers will bloom on high
liking to say things, all kinds of things, mostly about the way things seem
let’s put all the stupid things in a pile and call them “love” or “worry” or
you are guilty of failing to love and understand me, like a dog is guilty of failing to speak or use
of the things that make me become better only music is unlike surgery
Fieldwizards and firetops. Wobblybirds on snowflowers. Chilled milk and chowder for the little prince. Mothercake for mumbled thanks.
if i stub my fucking toe it’s their fault so say i, and who could argue? you almost
better fucking eat it all up. time is getting drunk & may puke, be rude, before finally