(2014)
the conquering child turns 50, gets the gag out its mouth, says here i am. let’s play now
god is unwelcome in suburbia, the cells are too comfortable there, & love rests best under stars.
dopplergangers in case you both explode, who knows it could happen, true love too qui… like a limerick, obvious stupid si… like things aren’t. also, angular
just start over not so much like anything was particularly
if you enjoy this pain, all expressions of it, being here compiled, then, yes enjoy them, but
let’s put all the stupid things in a pile and call them “love” or “worry” or
does a king come ready– made, or doesn’t he emerge from a prince once a frog, and aren’t you
first fruits hardly a handful, the garden
love me past the edges, stances and masks, deeper than i know things.
we were all talking, things taking shape as they do, when someone said, be desireless, like that is at all a thing people
like bell bottoms or disco but we need it to think i’m dead
if ever someone is my dearest ear who hears my truth as theirs
shall we turn down the covers, crawl inside? find there a place that’s been waiting for us, a vortex of sorts
the very idea that i could be
just listen the trees drink silly.. I work i work that day the not