(2015)
when (finally) we meet I’m thinking spring wildflowers will bloom on high
lie still. be quiet. please understand what happens so, next time
better fucking eat it all up. time is getting drunk & may puke, be rude, before finally
let’s put all the stupid things in a pile and call them “love” or “worry” or
I dream sometimes you surprise me and it is surprising that I don’t immediately realize I’m dreaming
dopplergangers in case you both explode, who knows it could happen, true love too qui… like a limerick, obvious stupid si… like things aren’t. also, angular
was all stupid. you weren’t that entertaining. i find it all only sad now, that
here’s a story. it may even be true. where i come from nothing ever sucks, so i
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
yeah, the contract the social one, so long ago supposedly agreed to, we were born instead into. what
so, i’m in this spiritual war. maybe you aren’t, but i am. many great losses
a few hundred million dying days later he emerges into crazy
no means no. no response means no. (everyone knows maybe means nothing
leaning into, not against it. no, decidedly for, yes, always that, no matter
being drawn back unlike a bowstring but down and in as water finds the lowest
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