(2014)
if ever someone is my dearest ear who hears my truth as theirs
I understand the tattoo now “VERITAS” on your wrist, only there because it is entirely absent everywhere else.
so, come on then, brilliant one, see, i’ve been waiting for you with eyes
so, i’m in this spiritual war. maybe you aren’t, but i am. many great losses
this being we are, delights in all things, yes but is held breathless
shut my eyes and squeeze my demand, the point of a spear. what will happen.
like bell bottoms or disco but we need it to think i’m dead
they really do know how to shove something up your ass like
just listen the trees drink silly.. I work i work that day the not
the very idea that i could be
Fieldwizards and firetops. Wobblybirds on snowflowers. Chilled milk and chowder for the little prince. Mothercake for mumbled thanks.
leaning into, not against it. no, decidedly for, yes, always that, no matter
the conquering child turns 50, gets the gag out its mouth, says here i am. let’s play now
if you enjoy this pain, all expressions of it, being here compiled, then, yes enjoy them, but
unspeakable dearth of nutrient the cause of the complaint, lack of the sweet titmilk of human connection,