(2014)
god is unwelcome in suburbia, the cells are too comfortable there, & love rests best under stars.
of the things that make me become better only music is unlike surgery
finally, without knowing it was coming, he got to die. it was great. like a birthday party clown, he was equally the center
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
simply knowing you’re in a maze doesn’t get you out, but the fact is the foundation
the conquering child turns 50, gets the gag out its mouth, says here i am. let’s play now
yes, i’m saying sunshine & rainbows will flow from your heart & other lovely places like living liquid
love does not beat on doors, beg at tables. it is always
i keep smiling forgetting to remember to stop myself.
shall we turn down the covers, crawl inside? find there a place that’s been waiting for us, a vortex of sorts
I understand the tattoo now “VERITAS” on your wrist, only there because it is entirely absent everywhere else.
root it out the tiny bit left that says someone’s in charge not you. don’t let it live
i love you for the doubt you show me still possible in this body where you show me
bring me things to break myself upon till
when (finally) we meet I’m thinking spring wildflowers will bloom on high
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