(2014)
I love how you talk Down to everyone In your poems Which, unlike fiction Are not covered
unspeakable dearth of nutrient the cause of the complaint, lack of the sweet titmilk of human connection,
better fucking eat it all up. time is getting drunk & may puke, be rude, before finally
no means no. no response means no. (everyone knows maybe means nothing
we go walking around walking all over this town nothing ever getting us down cause we’re just a couple of clown…
of the things that make me become better only music is unlike surgery
the very idea that i could be
root it out the tiny bit left that says someone’s in charge not you. don’t let it live
people, mostly all barely beyond apes, cannot be trusted. they are incapable of caring
love does not beat on doors, beg at tables. it is always
yeah, the contract the social one, so long ago supposedly agreed to, we were born instead into. what
so, i’m in this spiritual war. maybe you aren’t, but i am. many great losses
got the sex drive of 15 young bulls, but the women are all scared.
if i stub my fucking toe it’s their fault so say i, and who could argue? you almost
oh, and how it gets you these bastard assumptions, one or two commonalities
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