(2013)
unspeakable dearth of nutrient the cause of the complaint, lack of the sweet titmilk of human connection,
my spirit sings to you, clears and quickens. losing you is impossible
when (finally) we meet I’m thinking spring wildflowers will bloom on high
may be too onerous a task for those not starving. lucky
something you need makes you its bitch, yes even as it isn’t coming, no when love stands you up & all the more sweet
better fucking eat it all up. time is getting drunk & may puke, be rude, before finally
shut my eyes and squeeze my demand, the point of a spear. what will happen.
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
a few hundred million dying days later he emerges into crazy
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
bring me things to break myself upon till
i love you for the doubt you show me still possible in this body where you show me
so, i’m in this spiritual war. maybe you aren’t, but i am. many great losses
does a king come ready– made, or doesn’t he emerge from a prince once a frog, and aren’t you
no means no. no response means no. (everyone knows maybe means nothing