(2013)
stupid met crazy decided to have a baby or two... what else you gonna do?
here’s a story. it may even be true. where i come from nothing ever sucks, so i
we were all talking, things taking shape as they do, when someone said, be desireless, like that is at all a thing people
my spirit sings to you, clears and quickens. losing you is impossible
does a king come ready– made, or doesn’t he emerge from a prince once a frog, and aren’t you
if ever someone is my dearest ear who hears my truth as theirs
dopplergangers in case you both explode, who knows it could happen, true love too qui… like a limerick, obvious stupid si… like things aren’t. also, angular
like bell bottoms or disco but we need it to think i’m dead
nobody goes mad on purpose, also never is it not shared,
yes, i’m saying sunshine & rainbows will flow from your heart & other lovely places like living liquid
just remember we are so much more than words. shadows are beautiful too but let’s not
being drawn back unlike a bowstring but down and in as water finds the lowest
first fruits hardly a handful, the garden
so, i’m in this spiritual war. maybe you aren’t, but i am. many great losses
love me past the edges, stances and masks, deeper than i know things.