(2015)
yes, darling you should come & take care of me, someone has to, & you
cool this angst some with beer, amazing how it works, three in and suddenly ashamed that i could hate
my spirit sings to you, clears and quickens. losing you is impossible
every story, especially those promising finally to grant the square hat with tassels, is a load of shit. the god which
dopplergangers in case you both explode, who knows it could happen, true love too qui… like a limerick, obvious stupid si… like things aren’t. also, angular
love me past the edges, stances and masks, deeper than i know things.
we go walking around walking all over this town nothing ever getting us down cause we’re just a couple of clown…
may be too onerous a task for those not starving. lucky
i could not conceive of such beauty, it had to hit me like it has. nothing
liking to say things, all kinds of things, mostly about the way things seem
the center holds itself still that rockets believably may be seen exploding in all directions from somewhere vaguely
so, i’m in this spiritual war. maybe you aren’t, but i am. many great losses
if you enjoy this pain, all expressions of it, being here compiled, then, yes enjoy them, but
root it out the tiny bit left that says someone’s in charge not you. don’t let it live
being drawn back unlike a bowstring but down and in as water finds the lowest