just listen the trees drink silly.. I work i work that day the not
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
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
now, I’m no Bukowski but my friends who don’t like poet… except his stuff, tell me they like mine, and I can drink like a drinking machine
my spirit sings to you, clears and quickens. losing you is impossible
man, it’s hard to come down from impossible hopes seemingly
a few hundred million dying days later he emerges into crazy
if you enjoy this pain, all expressions of it, being here compiled, then, yes enjoy them, but
every story, especially those promising finally to grant the square hat with tassels, is a load of shit. the god which
something you need makes you its bitch, yes even as it isn’t coming, no when love stands you up & all the more sweet
we were all talking, things taking shape as they do, when someone said, be desireless, like that is at all a thing people
reflecting on the moment before, would be useful only were it not already perfect.
cool this angst some with beer, amazing how it works, three in and suddenly ashamed that i could hate
if ever someone is my dearest ear who hears my truth as theirs