(2014)
I love how you talk Down to everyone In your poems Which, unlike fiction Are not covered
simply knowing you’re in a maze doesn’t get you out, but the fact is the foundation
stupid met crazy decided to have a baby or two... what else you gonna do?
man, it’s hard to come down from impossible hopes seemingly
I will meet you in the open air, & pet your pony’s nose. You will be
i could not conceive of such beauty, it had to hit me like it has. nothing
yes, i’m saying sunshine & rainbows will flow from your heart & other lovely places like living liquid
shall we turn down the covers, crawl inside? find there a place that’s been waiting for us, a vortex of sorts
love me past the edges, stances and masks, deeper than i know things.
a breeze. already know what’s what. shut up. kiss her. shut up...
a few hundred million dying days later he emerges into crazy
was all stupid. you weren’t that entertaining. i find it all only sad now, that
every story, especially those promising finally to grant the square hat with tassels, is a load of shit. the god which
this being we are, delights in all things, yes but is held breathless
people, mostly all barely beyond apes, cannot be trusted. they are incapable of caring
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