(2015)
better fucking eat it all up. time is getting drunk & may puke, be rude, before finally
i could not conceive of such beauty, it had to hit me like it has. nothing
i keep smiling forgetting to remember to stop myself.
love does not beat on doors, beg at tables. it is always
yes, darling you should come & take care of me, someone has to, & you
if ever someone is my dearest ear who hears my truth as theirs
there are never really any angels in god’s company, it really just pretends them
I just felt what I think I’ll feel always, once we’ve finally met, and share this cool space, like an open secr… It felt like all my favorite songs…
the very idea that i could be
oh, and how it gets you these bastard assumptions, one or two commonalities
if i stub my fucking toe it’s their fault so say i, and who could argue? you almost
may be too onerous a task for those not starving. lucky
so, i’m in this spiritual war. maybe you aren’t, but i am. many great losses
why is nothing i can do now. where it went. what that echo means, if anything
just listen the trees drink silly.. I work i work that day the not