(2014)
god is unwelcome in suburbia, the cells are too comfortable there, & love rests best under stars.
i keep smiling forgetting to remember to stop myself.
there are never really any angels in god’s company, it really just pretends them
the center holds itself still that rockets believably may be seen exploding in all directions from somewhere vaguely
yeah, the contract the social one, so long ago supposedly agreed to, we were born instead into. what
I will meet you in the open air, & pet your pony’s nose. You will be
love does not beat on doors, beg at tables. it is always
when (finally) we meet I’m thinking spring wildflowers will bloom on high
something you need makes you its bitch, yes even as it isn’t coming, no when love stands you up & all the more sweet
we are nearly always a world which almost
yes, i’m saying sunshine & rainbows will flow from your heart & other lovely places like living liquid
just listen the trees drink silly.. I work i work that day the not
lie still. be quiet. please understand what happens so, next time
people, mostly all barely beyond apes, cannot be trusted. they are incapable of caring
does a king come ready– made, or doesn’t he emerge from a prince once a frog, and aren’t you