(2014)
like bell bottoms or disco but we need it to think i’m dead
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
leaning into, not against it. no, decidedly for, yes, always that, no matter
the conquering child turns 50, gets the gag out its mouth, says here i am. let’s play now
if you enjoy this pain, all expressions of it, being here compiled, then, yes enjoy them, but
the very idea that i could be
a few hundred million dying days later he emerges into crazy
so, come on then, brilliant one, see, i’ve been waiting for you with eyes
you’ve been invited, stupid asshol… to remember things differently, wh… it means to be human, even. dumb shit, you’ll always let someone el… handle it, whatever always happens
why is nothing i can do now. where it went. what that echo means, if anything
drry awfl drd sys thngs tk t lng & y bttr hrry lst y
got the sex drive of 15 young bulls, but the women are all scared.
webwomb’s not the maker of me. came into it as falling is done. down, only always
root it out the tiny bit left that says someone’s in charge not you. don’t let it live
god is unwelcome in suburbia, the cells are too comfortable there, & love rests best under stars.