(2015)
of course it is not about you. you have to know this, like baby birds know worms come with mother’s return,
shut my eyes and squeeze my demand, the point of a spear. what will happen.
we were all talking, things taking shape as they do, when someone said, be desireless, like that is at all a thing people
man, it’s hard to come down from impossible hopes seemingly
reflecting on the moment before, would be useful only were it not already perfect.
got the sex drive of 15 young bulls, but the women are all scared.
like bell bottoms or disco but we need it to think i’m dead
if i stub my fucking toe it’s their fault so say i, and who could argue? you almost
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the conquering child turns 50, gets the gag out its mouth, says here i am. let’s play now
so, i’m in this spiritual war. maybe you aren’t, but i am. many great losses
may be too onerous a task for those not starving. lucky
we are nearly always a world which almost
I love how you talk Down to everyone In your poems Which, unlike fiction Are not covered
i could not conceive of such beauty, it had to hit me like it has. nothing
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