stupid met crazy decided to have a baby or two... what else you gonna do?
like bell bottoms or disco but we need it to think i’m dead
got the sex drive of 15 young bulls, but the women are all scared.
if i stub my fucking toe it’s their fault so say i, and who could argue? you almost
was all stupid. you weren’t that entertaining. i find it all only sad now, that
I love how you talk Down to everyone In your poems Which, unlike fiction Are not covered
leaning into, not against it. no, decidedly for, yes, always that, no matter
let’s put all the stupid things in a pile and call them “love” or “worry” or
no means no. no response means no. (everyone knows maybe means nothing
just start over not so much like anything was particularly
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
you are guilty of failing to love and understand me, like a dog is guilty of failing to speak or use
root it out the tiny bit left that says someone’s in charge not you. don’t let it live
finally, without knowing it was coming, he got to die. it was great. like a birthday party clown, he was equally the center