(2014)
so, come on then, brilliant one, see, i’ve been waiting for you with eyes
love me past the edges, stances and masks, deeper than i know things.
we are nearly always a world which almost
you’ve been invited, stupid asshol… to remember things differently, wh… it means to be human, even. dumb shit, you’ll always let someone el… handle it, whatever always happens
liking to say things, all kinds of things, mostly about the way things seem
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
a breeze. already know what’s what. shut up. kiss her. shut up...
let’s put all the stupid things in a pile and call them “love” or “worry” or
man, it’s hard to come down from impossible hopes seemingly
i keep smiling forgetting to remember to stop myself.
god is unwelcome in suburbia, the cells are too comfortable there, & love rests best under stars.
if you enjoy this pain, all expressions of it, being here compiled, then, yes enjoy them, but
being drawn back unlike a bowstring but down and in as water finds the lowest
first fruits hardly a handful, the garden