(2015)
i keep smiling forgetting to remember to stop myself.
I will meet you in the open air, & pet your pony’s nose. You will be
reflecting on the moment before, would be useful only were it not already perfect.
why is nothing i can do now. where it went. what that echo means, if anything
man, it’s hard to come down from impossible hopes seemingly
just start over not so much like anything was particularly
if you enjoy this pain, all expressions of it, being here compiled, then, yes enjoy them, but
I just felt what I think I’ll feel always, once we’ve finally met, and share this cool space, like an open secr… It felt like all my favorite songs…
being drawn back unlike a bowstring but down and in as water finds the lowest
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
a breeze. already know what’s what. shut up. kiss her. shut up...
here’s a story. it may even be true. where i come from nothing ever sucks, so i
Fieldwizards and firetops. Wobblybirds on snowflowers. Chilled milk and chowder for the little prince. Mothercake for mumbled thanks.
I love how you talk Down to everyone In your poems Which, unlike fiction Are not covered
they really do know how to shove something up your ass like