(2013)
of course it is not about you. you have to know this, like baby birds know worms come with mother’s return,
love does not beat on doors, beg at tables. it is always
cool this angst some with beer, amazing how it works, three in and suddenly ashamed that i could hate
reflecting on the moment before, would be useful only were it not already perfect.
every story, especially those promising finally to grant the square hat with tassels, is a load of shit. the god which
STEP BACK! There’s an infection you’ll get if you come any closer. It will open your eyes through the crust
the center holds itself still that rockets believably may be seen exploding in all directions from somewhere vaguely
people, mostly all barely beyond apes, cannot be trusted. they are incapable of caring
got the sex drive of 15 young bulls, but the women are all scared.
yes, there is a gap between us always has been now it is
unspeakable dearth of nutrient the cause of the complaint, lack of the sweet titmilk of human connection,
being drawn back unlike a bowstring but down and in as water finds the lowest
god is unwelcome in suburbia, the cells are too comfortable there, & love rests best under stars.
shall we turn down the covers, crawl inside? find there a place that’s been waiting for us, a vortex of sorts
if i stub my fucking toe it’s their fault so say i, and who could argue? you almost