(1999)
shall we turn down the covers, crawl inside? find there a place that’s been waiting for us, a vortex of sorts
STEP BACK! There’s an infection you’ll get if you come any closer. It will open your eyes through the crust
there are never really any angels in god’s company, it really just pretends them
got the sex drive of 15 young bulls, but the women are all scared.
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
nobody goes mad on purpose, also never is it not shared,
yes, darling you should come & take care of me, someone has to, & you
does a king come ready– made, or doesn’t he emerge from a prince once a frog, and aren’t you
lie still. be quiet. please understand what happens so, next time
if you enjoy this pain, all expressions of it, being here compiled, then, yes enjoy them, but
the conquering child turns 50, gets the gag out its mouth, says here i am. let’s play now
my spirit sings to you, clears and quickens. losing you is impossible
may be too onerous a task for those not starving. lucky
here’s a story. it may even be true. where i come from nothing ever sucks, so i
leaning into, not against it. no, decidedly for, yes, always that, no matter
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