(2013)
you are guilty of failing to love and understand me, like a dog is guilty of failing to speak or use
simply knowing you’re in a maze doesn’t get you out, but the fact is the foundation
lie still. be quiet. please understand what happens so, next time
shall we turn down the covers, crawl inside? find there a place that’s been waiting for us, a vortex of sorts
webwomb’s not the maker of me. came into it as falling is done. down, only always
Fieldwizards and firetops. Wobblybirds on snowflowers. Chilled milk and chowder for the little prince. Mothercake for mumbled thanks.
if you enjoy this pain, all expressions of it, being here compiled, then, yes enjoy them, but
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
oh, and how it gets you these bastard assumptions, one or two commonalities
may be too onerous a task for those not starving. lucky
here’s a story. it may even be true. where i come from nothing ever sucks, so i
better fucking eat it all up. time is getting drunk & may puke, be rude, before finally
they really do know how to shove something up your ass like
I dream sometimes you surprise me and it is surprising that I don’t immediately realize I’m dreaming
every story, especially those promising finally to grant the square hat with tassels, is a load of shit. the god which
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