(2015)
of the things that make me become better only music is unlike surgery
if ever someone is my dearest ear who hears my truth as theirs
was all stupid. you weren’t that entertaining. i find it all only sad now, that
when (finally) we meet I’m thinking spring wildflowers will bloom on high
stupid met crazy decided to have a baby or two... what else you gonna do?
i love you for the doubt you show me still possible in this body where you show me
I love how you talk Down to everyone In your poems Which, unlike fiction Are not covered
every story, especially those promising finally to grant the square hat with tassels, is a load of shit. the god which
we were all talking, things taking shape as they do, when someone said, be desireless, like that is at all a thing people
man, it’s hard to come down from impossible hopes seemingly
people, mostly all barely beyond apes, cannot be trusted. they are incapable of caring
let’s put all the stupid things in a pile and call them “love” or “worry” or
first fruits hardly a handful, the garden
root it out the tiny bit left that says someone’s in charge not you. don’t let it live
I understand the tattoo now “VERITAS” on your wrist, only there because it is entirely absent everywhere else.