(2014)
man, it’s hard to come down from impossible hopes seemingly
i could not conceive of such beauty, it had to hit me like it has. nothing
was all stupid. you weren’t that entertaining. i find it all only sad now, that
when (finally) we meet I’m thinking spring wildflowers will bloom on high
of course it is not about you. you have to know this, like baby birds know worms come with mother’s return,
something you need makes you its bitch, yes even as it isn’t coming, no when love stands you up & all the more sweet
excuse me, i thought you were also the center of a fractal
bring me things to break myself upon till
simply knowing you’re in a maze doesn’t get you out, but the fact is the foundation
root it out the tiny bit left that says someone’s in charge not you. don’t let it live
I understand the tattoo now “VERITAS” on your wrist, only there because it is entirely absent everywhere else.
shall we turn down the covers, crawl inside? find there a place that’s been waiting for us, a vortex of sorts
does a king come ready– made, or doesn’t he emerge from a prince once a frog, and aren’t you
being drawn back unlike a bowstring but down and in as water finds the lowest
the conquering child turns 50, gets the gag out its mouth, says here i am. let’s play now