(2014)
I will meet you in the open air, & pet your pony’s nose. You will be
yes, darling you should come & take care of me, someone has to, & you
shall we turn down the covers, crawl inside? find there a place that’s been waiting for us, a vortex of sorts
just remember we are so much more than words. shadows are beautiful too but let’s not
yes, i’m saying sunshine & rainbows will flow from your heart & other lovely places like living liquid
stupid met crazy decided to have a baby or two... what else you gonna do?
of course it is not about you. you have to know this, like baby birds know worms come with mother’s return,
shut my eyes and squeeze my demand, the point of a spear. what will happen.
if ever someone is my dearest ear who hears my truth as theirs
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
when (finally) we meet I’m thinking spring wildflowers will bloom on high
just listen the trees drink silly.. I work i work that day the not
we go walking around walking all over this town nothing ever getting us down cause we’re just a couple of clown…
there are never really any angels in god’s company, it really just pretends them
finally, without knowing it was coming, he got to die. it was great. like a birthday party clown, he was equally the center
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