(2013)
I love how you talk Down to everyone In your poems Which, unlike fiction Are not covered
I dream sometimes you surprise me and it is surprising that I don’t immediately realize I’m dreaming
a few hundred million dying days later he emerges into crazy
nobody goes mad on purpose, also never is it not shared,
if ever someone is my dearest ear who hears my truth as theirs
shut my eyes and squeeze my demand, the point of a spear. what will happen.
excuse me, i thought you were also the center of a fractal
i love you for the doubt you show me still possible in this body where you show me
the center holds itself still that rockets believably may be seen exploding in all directions from somewhere vaguely
the conquering child turns 50, gets the gag out its mouth, says here i am. let’s play now
god is unwelcome in suburbia, the cells are too comfortable there, & love rests best under stars.
better fucking eat it all up. time is getting drunk & may puke, be rude, before finally
finally, without knowing it was coming, he got to die. it was great. like a birthday party clown, he was equally the center
liking to say things, all kinds of things, mostly about the way things seem
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