(2014)
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
I dream sometimes you surprise me and it is surprising that I don’t immediately realize I’m dreaming
love me past the edges, stances and masks, deeper than i know things.
was all stupid. you weren’t that entertaining. i find it all only sad now, that
if i stub my fucking toe it’s their fault so say i, and who could argue? you almost
something you need makes you its bitch, yes even as it isn’t coming, no when love stands you up & all the more sweet
oh, and how it gets you these bastard assumptions, one or two commonalities
finally, without knowing it was coming, he got to die. it was great. like a birthday party clown, he was equally the center
people, mostly all barely beyond apes, cannot be trusted. they are incapable of caring
they really do know how to shove something up your ass like
man, it’s hard to come down from impossible hopes seemingly
no means no. no response means no. (everyone knows maybe means nothing
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…
shall we turn down the covers, crawl inside? find there a place that’s been waiting for us, a vortex of sorts
lie still. be quiet. please understand what happens so, next time
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