(2013)
love me past the edges, stances and masks, deeper than i know things.
yes, i’m saying sunshine & rainbows will flow from your heart & other lovely places like living liquid
liking to say things, all kinds of things, mostly about the way things seem
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
we were all talking, things taking shape as they do, when someone said, be desireless, like that is at all a thing people
of the things that make me become better only music is unlike surgery
why is nothing i can do now. where it went. what that echo means, if anything
I will meet you in the open air, & pet your pony’s nose. You will be
got the sex drive of 15 young bulls, but the women are all scared.
I love how you talk Down to everyone In your poems Which, unlike fiction Are not covered
shall we turn down the covers, crawl inside? find there a place that’s been waiting for us, a vortex of sorts
god is unwelcome in suburbia, the cells are too comfortable there, & love rests best under stars.
bring me things to break myself upon till
yes, darling you should come & take care of me, someone has to, & you
man, it’s hard to come down from impossible hopes seemingly
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