(2014)
so, i’m in this spiritual war. maybe you aren’t, but i am. many great losses
of course it is not about you. you have to know this, like baby birds know worms come with mother’s return,
the center holds itself still that rockets believably may be seen exploding in all directions from somewhere vaguely
just listen the trees drink silly.. I work i work that day the not
shall we turn down the covers, crawl inside? find there a place that’s been waiting for us, a vortex of sorts
man, it’s hard to come down from impossible hopes seemingly
no means no. no response means no. (everyone knows maybe means nothing
lie still. be quiet. please understand what happens so, next time
here’s a story. it may even be true. where i come from nothing ever sucks, so i
why is nothing i can do now. where it went. what that echo means, if anything
better fucking eat it all up. time is getting drunk & may puke, be rude, before finally
nobody goes mad on purpose, also never is it not shared,
something you need makes you its bitch, yes even as it isn’t coming, no when love stands you up & all the more sweet
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
reflecting on the moment before, would be useful only were it not already perfect.