(2014)
love me past the edges, stances and masks, deeper than i know things.
the conquering child turns 50, gets the gag out its mouth, says here i am. let’s play now
something you need makes you its bitch, yes even as it isn’t coming, no when love stands you up & all the more sweet
cool this angst some with beer, amazing how it works, three in and suddenly ashamed that i could hate
lie still. be quiet. please understand what happens so, next time
I dream sometimes you surprise me and it is surprising that I don’t immediately realize I’m dreaming
here in the middle of the bottom of the lie how obvious
yes, darling you should come & take care of me, someone has to, & you
the center holds itself still that rockets believably may be seen exploding in all directions from somewhere vaguely
may be too onerous a task for those not starving. lucky
excuse me, i thought you were also the center of a fractal
leaning into, not against it. no, decidedly for, yes, always that, no matter
no means no. no response means no. (everyone knows maybe means nothing
of the things that make me become better only music is unlike surgery
got the sex drive of 15 young bulls, but the women are all scared.
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