(1999)
excuse me, i thought you were also the center of a fractal
like bell bottoms or disco but we need it to think i’m dead
man, it’s hard to come down from impossible hopes seemingly
may be too onerous a task for those not starving. lucky
you are guilty of failing to love and understand me, like a dog is guilty of failing to speak or use
so, come on then, brilliant one, see, i’ve been waiting for you with eyes
the conquering child turns 50, gets the gag out its mouth, says here i am. let’s play now
leaning into, not against it. no, decidedly for, yes, always that, no matter
was all stupid. you weren’t that entertaining. i find it all only sad now, that
i keep smiling forgetting to remember to stop myself.
shut my eyes and squeeze my demand, the point of a spear. what will happen.
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
yes, there is a gap between us always has been now it is
we were all talking, things taking shape as they do, when someone said, be desireless, like that is at all a thing people
bring me things to break myself upon till