(2014)
god is unwelcome in suburbia, the cells are too comfortable there, & love rests best under stars.
if ever someone is my dearest ear who hears my truth as theirs
so, come on then, brilliant one, see, i’ve been waiting for you with eyes
bring me things to break myself upon till
the conquering child turns 50, gets the gag out its mouth, says here i am. let’s play now
nobody goes mad on purpose, also never is it not shared,
was all stupid. you weren’t that entertaining. i find it all only sad now, that
my spirit sings to you, clears and quickens. losing you is impossible
i could not conceive of such beauty, it had to hit me like it has. nothing
yes, darling you should come & take care of me, someone has to, & you
they really do know how to shove something up your ass like
people, mostly all barely beyond apes, cannot be trusted. they are incapable of caring
a breeze. already know what’s what. shut up. kiss her. shut up...
leaning into, not against it. no, decidedly for, yes, always that, no matter
I love how you talk Down to everyone In your poems Which, unlike fiction Are not covered