(2015)
man, it’s hard to come down from impossible hopes seemingly
they really do know how to shove something up your ass like
i could not conceive of such beauty, it had to hit me like it has. nothing
people, mostly all barely beyond apes, cannot be trusted. they are incapable of caring
reflecting on the moment before, would be useful only were it not already perfect.
the conquering child turns 50, gets the gag out its mouth, says here i am. let’s play now
there are never really any angels in god’s company, it really just pretends them
something you need makes you its bitch, yes even as it isn’t coming, no when love stands you up & all the more sweet
a few hundred million dying days later he emerges into crazy
god is unwelcome in suburbia, the cells are too comfortable there, & love rests best under stars.
I love how you talk Down to everyone In your poems Which, unlike fiction Are not covered
cool this angst some with beer, amazing how it works, three in and suddenly ashamed that i could hate
liking to say things, all kinds of things, mostly about the way things seem
life and even one good thing– anything, a course in wonders becomes? no school, thanks not for me. no lesson one so likes declaring to find itself legs. no
so, i’m in this spiritual war. maybe you aren’t, but i am. many great losses