2016
why is nothing i can do now. where it went. what that echo means, if anything
stupid met crazy decided to have a baby or two... what else you gonna do?
yes, darling you should come & take care of me, someone has to, & you
i keep smiling forgetting to remember to stop myself.
cool this angst some with beer, amazing how it works, three in and suddenly ashamed that i could hate
i could not conceive of such beauty, it had to hit me like it has. nothing
something you need makes you its bitch, yes even as it isn’t coming, no when love stands you up & all the more sweet
yeah, the contract the social one, so long ago supposedly agreed to, we were born instead into. what
this being we are, delights in all things, yes but is held breathless
the center holds itself still that rockets believably may be seen exploding in all directions from somewhere vaguely
liking to say things, all kinds of things, mostly about the way things seem
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
you’ve been invited, stupid asshol… to remember things differently, wh… it means to be human, even. dumb shit, you’ll always let someone el… handle it, whatever always happens
man, it’s hard to come down from impossible hopes seemingly
we go walking around walking all over this town nothing ever getting us down cause we’re just a couple of clown…