(2014)
we go walking around walking all over this town nothing ever getting us down cause we’re just a couple of clown…
lie still. be quiet. please understand what happens so, next time
yeah, the contract the social one, so long ago supposedly agreed to, we were born instead into. what
bring me things to break myself upon till
nobody goes mad on purpose, also never is it not shared,
first fruits hardly a handful, the garden
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
i could not conceive of such beauty, it had to hit me like it has. nothing
they really do know how to shove something up your ass like
the very idea that i could be
Fieldwizards and firetops. Wobblybirds on snowflowers. Chilled milk and chowder for the little prince. Mothercake for mumbled thanks.
so, come on then, brilliant one, see, i’ve been waiting for you with eyes
being drawn back unlike a bowstring but down and in as water finds the lowest
STEP BACK! There’s an infection you’ll get if you come any closer. It will open your eyes through the crust
stupid met crazy decided to have a baby or two... what else you gonna do?