From the 2020 Collection "War Bread"
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Love is a svelte dagger, a gentle rapping, a triple-seven. Love is my law, makes me weep,
In your gut is an empire— Spells, tug of war, Holy Days, ascent, decline.
It occurs to me now that no one hears my song. Still young, I am discarded. I don’t anticipate being surprised at my aloneness in old age.
Whether you’re preaching to the ch… or your words fall on deaf ears, just know you won’t swing a single vote.
Nine times out of ten, it’s a demon you’re seeing, not an angel. They have all kinds of disguises, I know-I know,
Hell came through on battered wings, and thought to ask just one last thing. That If I could,
At a certain point in your ordeal, it isn’t your ordeal that bothers… It is the fact that everything is… That’s what really bothers you. Because what happened is not OK,
He wouldn’t budge to show me what’s a hard heart my own heart was closed if it was closed to him Maharajii said,
One of God’s tricks is, similar to Michael Jordan, It sinks a three-pointer with 1.2 seconds left on the clock,
Walking lakeside, I try to discern what the frogs a… but their drone is one collective… Diving again and again after the secret,
The choir of the saints is heartle… They’ve parried happiness a lifeti… seeking only the old earth, the marsh of the meek— where earnest suffering
Ten days secluded now, improper and unshaven inside a black and gold hole, dope den of sultry sound and opiate mood.
The Rock made me to see each month as a day. The Rock implored that I be patie… with a patience so radical it slips into renunciation
You can get better, or you can get worse, or you can stay the same. But you can’t change. Nope!
Ancient meadow preadolescence, burgeoning and righteous never-ending dimension first sighted past your fingertips… is stolen by ambition,