(2015)
leaning into, not against it. no, decidedly for, yes, always that, no matter
shut my eyes and squeeze my demand, the point of a spear. what will happen.
the conquering child turns 50, gets the gag out its mouth, says here i am. let’s play now
I dream sometimes you surprise me and it is surprising that I don’t immediately realize I’m dreaming
simply knowing you’re in a maze doesn’t get you out, but the fact is the foundation
you’ve been invited, stupid asshol… to remember things differently, wh… it means to be human, even. dumb shit, you’ll always let someone el… handle it, whatever always happens
better fucking eat it all up. time is getting drunk & may puke, be rude, before finally
here’s a story. it may even be true. where i come from nothing ever sucks, so i
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
may be too onerous a task for those not starving. lucky
unspeakable dearth of nutrient the cause of the complaint, lack of the sweet titmilk of human connection,
so, i’m in this spiritual war. maybe you aren’t, but i am. many great losses
love does not beat on doors, beg at tables. it is always
we go walking around walking all over this town nothing ever getting us down cause we’re just a couple of clown…
i love you for the doubt you show me still possible in this body where you show me
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