(2013)
a breeze. already know what’s what. shut up. kiss her. shut up...
just start over not so much like anything was particularly
leaning into, not against it. no, decidedly for, yes, always that, no matter
like bell bottoms or disco but we need it to think i’m dead
no means no. no response means no. (everyone knows maybe means nothing
every story, especially those promising finally to grant the square hat with tassels, is a load of shit. the god which
excuse me, i thought you were also the center of a fractal
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
I will meet you in the open air, & pet your pony’s nose. You will be
stupid met crazy decided to have a baby or two... what else you gonna do?
finally, without knowing it was coming, he got to die. it was great. like a birthday party clown, he was equally the center
I dream sometimes you surprise me and it is surprising that I don’t immediately realize I’m dreaming
my spirit sings to you, clears and quickens. losing you is impossible
unspeakable dearth of nutrient the cause of the complaint, lack of the sweet titmilk of human connection,
I understand the tattoo now “VERITAS” on your wrist, only there because it is entirely absent everywhere else.
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