(2014)
was all stupid. you weren’t that entertaining. i find it all only sad now, that
every story, especially those promising finally to grant the square hat with tassels, is a load of shit. the god which
unspeakable dearth of nutrient the cause of the complaint, lack of the sweet titmilk of human connection,
yes, there is a gap between us always has been now it is
there are never really any angels in god’s company, it really just pretends them
they really do know how to shove something up your ass like
finally, without knowing it was coming, he got to die. it was great. like a birthday party clown, he was equally the center
we go walking around walking all over this town nothing ever getting us down cause we’re just a couple of clown…
shut my eyes and squeeze my demand, the point of a spear. what will happen.
this being we are, delights in all things, yes but is held breathless
so, i’m in this spiritual war. maybe you aren’t, but i am. many great losses
here in the middle of the bottom of the lie how obvious
I dream sometimes you surprise me and it is surprising that I don’t immediately realize I’m dreaming
no means no. no response means no. (everyone knows maybe means nothing
I love how you talk Down to everyone In your poems Which, unlike fiction Are not covered