(2013)
does a king come ready– made, or doesn’t he emerge from a prince once a frog, and aren’t you
lie still. be quiet. please understand what happens so, next time
no means no. no response means no. (everyone knows maybe means nothing
let’s put all the stupid things in a pile and call them “love” or “worry” or
when (finally) we meet I’m thinking spring wildflowers will bloom on high
may be too onerous a task for those not starving. lucky
yes, darling you should come & take care of me, someone has to, & you
stupid met crazy decided to have a baby or two... what else you gonna do?
webwomb’s not the maker of me. came into it as falling is done. down, only always
you are guilty of failing to love and understand me, like a dog is guilty of failing to speak or use
oh, and how it gets you these bastard assumptions, one or two commonalities
yes, i’m saying sunshine & rainbows will flow from your heart & other lovely places like living liquid
first fruits hardly a handful, the garden
a few hundred million dying days later he emerges into crazy
my spirit sings to you, clears and quickens. losing you is impossible