(2013)
better fucking eat it all up. time is getting drunk & may puke, be rude, before finally
shall we turn down the covers, crawl inside? find there a place that’s been waiting for us, a vortex of sorts
let’s put all the stupid things in a pile and call them “love” or “worry” or
love me past the edges, stances and masks, deeper than i know things.
root it out the tiny bit left that says someone’s in charge not you. don’t let it live
I love how you talk Down to everyone In your poems Which, unlike fiction Are not covered
god is unwelcome in suburbia, the cells are too comfortable there, & love rests best under stars.
just remember we are so much more than words. shadows are beautiful too but let’s not
I will meet you in the open air, & pet your pony’s nose. You will be
unspeakable dearth of nutrient the cause of the complaint, lack of the sweet titmilk of human connection,
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this being we are, delights in all things, yes but is held breathless
so, come on then, brilliant one, see, i’ve been waiting for you with eyes
yes, i’m saying sunshine & rainbows will flow from your heart & other lovely places like living liquid
of the things that make me become better only music is unlike surgery