(2013)
liking to say things, all kinds of things, mostly about the way things seem
they really do know how to shove something up your ass like
you are guilty of failing to love and understand me, like a dog is guilty of failing to speak or use
so, i’m in this spiritual war. maybe you aren’t, but i am. many great losses
shut my eyes and squeeze my demand, the point of a spear. what will happen.
first fruits hardly a handful, the garden
cool this angst some with beer, amazing how it works, three in and suddenly ashamed that i could hate
like bell bottoms or disco but we need it to think i’m dead
love me past the edges, stances and masks, deeper than i know things.
here’s a story. it may even be true. where i come from nothing ever sucks, so i
the center holds itself still that rockets believably may be seen exploding in all directions from somewhere vaguely
Fieldwizards and firetops. Wobblybirds on snowflowers. Chilled milk and chowder for the little prince. Mothercake for mumbled thanks.
yes, darling you should come & take care of me, someone has to, & you
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