(2012)
god is unwelcome in suburbia, the cells are too comfortable there, & love rests best under stars.
we were all talking, things taking shape as they do, when someone said, be desireless, like that is at all a thing people
Fieldwizards and firetops. Wobblybirds on snowflowers. Chilled milk and chowder for the little prince. Mothercake for mumbled thanks.
so, come on then, brilliant one, see, i’ve been waiting for you with eyes
this being we are, delights in all things, yes but is held breathless
a few hundred million dying days later he emerges into crazy
i keep smiling forgetting to remember to stop myself.
i love you for the doubt you show me still possible in this body where you show me
stupid met crazy decided to have a baby or two... what else you gonna do?
webwomb’s not the maker of me. came into it as falling is done. down, only always
so, i’m in this spiritual war. maybe you aren’t, but i am. many great losses
reflecting on the moment before, would be useful only were it not already perfect.
simply knowing you’re in a maze doesn’t get you out, but the fact is the foundation
life and even one good thing– anything, a course in wonders becomes? no school, thanks not for me. no lesson one so likes declaring to find itself legs. no
they really do know how to shove something up your ass like