(2014)
like bell bottoms or disco but we need it to think i’m dead
webwomb’s not the maker of me. came into it as falling is done. down, only always
just remember we are so much more than words. shadows are beautiful too but let’s not
the very idea that i could be
i could not conceive of such beauty, it had to hit me like it has. nothing
oh, and how it gets you these bastard assumptions, one or two commonalities
leaning into, not against it. no, decidedly for, yes, always that, no matter
got the sex drive of 15 young bulls, but the women are all scared.
so, i’m in this spiritual war. maybe you aren’t, but i am. many great losses
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
so, come on then, brilliant one, see, i’ve been waiting for you with eyes
just listen the trees drink silly.. I work i work that day the not
love me past the edges, stances and masks, deeper than i know things.
I love how you talk Down to everyone In your poems Which, unlike fiction Are not covered
this being we are, delights in all things, yes but is held breathless
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