(2015)
there are never really any angels in god’s company, it really just pretends them
love does not beat on doors, beg at tables. it is always
if ever someone is my dearest ear who hears my truth as theirs
webwomb’s not the maker of me. came into it as falling is done. down, only always
so, i’m in this spiritual war. maybe you aren’t, but i am. many great losses
finally, without knowing it was coming, he got to die. it was great. like a birthday party clown, he was equally the center
the very idea that i could be
was all stupid. you weren’t that entertaining. i find it all only sad now, that
shall we turn down the covers, crawl inside? find there a place that’s been waiting for us, a vortex of sorts
nobody goes mad on purpose, also never is it not shared,
god is unwelcome in suburbia, the cells are too comfortable there, & love rests best under stars.
the conquering child turns 50, gets the gag out its mouth, says here i am. let’s play now
we were all talking, things taking shape as they do, when someone said, be desireless, like that is at all a thing people
cool this angst some with beer, amazing how it works, three in and suddenly ashamed that i could hate
just listen the trees drink silly.. I work i work that day the not
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