(2013)
bring me things to break myself upon till
just listen the trees drink silly.. I work i work that day the not
yes, i’m saying sunshine & rainbows will flow from your heart & other lovely places like living liquid
love does not beat on doors, beg at tables. it is always
here’s a story. it may even be true. where i come from nothing ever sucks, so i
unspeakable dearth of nutrient the cause of the complaint, lack of the sweet titmilk of human connection,
of course it is not about you. you have to know this, like baby birds know worms come with mother’s return,
i keep smiling forgetting to remember to stop myself.
liking to say things, all kinds of things, mostly about the way things seem
my spirit sings to you, clears and quickens. losing you is impossible
simply knowing you’re in a maze doesn’t get you out, but the fact is the foundation
something you need makes you its bitch, yes even as it isn’t coming, no when love stands you up & all the more sweet
like bell bottoms or disco but we need it to think i’m dead
this being we are, delights in all things, yes but is held breathless
I understand the tattoo now “VERITAS” on your wrist, only there because it is entirely absent everywhere else.