you are guilty of failing to love and understand me, like a dog is guilty of failing to speak or use
may be too onerous a task for those not starving. lucky
yeah, the contract the social one, so long ago supposedly agreed to, we were born instead into. what
why is nothing i can do now. where it went. what that echo means, if anything
cool this angst some with beer, amazing how it works, three in and suddenly ashamed that i could hate
reflecting on the moment before, would be useful only were it not already perfect.
like bell bottoms or disco but we need it to think i’m dead
i keep smiling forgetting to remember to stop myself.
if ever someone is my dearest ear who hears my truth as theirs
I understand the tattoo now “VERITAS” on your wrist, only there because it is entirely absent everywhere else.
I will meet you in the open air, & pet your pony’s nose. You will be
every story, especially those promising finally to grant the square hat with tassels, is a load of shit. the god which
just listen the trees drink silly.. I work i work that day the not
a breeze. already know what’s what. shut up. kiss her. shut up...
I dream sometimes you surprise me and it is surprising that I don’t immediately realize I’m dreaming