(2015)
yeah, the contract the social one, so long ago supposedly agreed to, we were born instead into. what
lie still. be quiet. please understand what happens so, next time
you are guilty of failing to love and understand me, like a dog is guilty of failing to speak or use
yes, darling you should come & take care of me, someone has to, & you
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
life and even one good thing– anything, a course in wonders becomes? no school, thanks not for me. no lesson one so likes declaring to find itself legs. no
they really do know how to shove something up your ass like
Fieldwizards and firetops. Wobblybirds on snowflowers. Chilled milk and chowder for the little prince. Mothercake for mumbled thanks.
does a king come ready– made, or doesn’t he emerge from a prince once a frog, and aren’t you
nobody goes mad on purpose, also never is it not shared,
got the sex drive of 15 young bulls, but the women are all scared.
just listen the trees drink silly.. I work i work that day the not
leaning into, not against it. no, decidedly for, yes, always that, no matter
my spirit sings to you, clears and quickens. losing you is impossible
root it out the tiny bit left that says someone’s in charge not you. don’t let it live