(2012)
i love you for the doubt you show me still possible in this body where you show me
shall we turn down the covers, crawl inside? find there a place that’s been waiting for us, a vortex of sorts
I just felt what I think I’ll feel always, once we’ve finally met, and share this cool space, like an open secr… It felt like all my favorite songs…
i could not conceive of such beauty, it had to hit me like it has. nothing
love me past the edges, stances and masks, deeper than i know things.
leaning into, not against it. no, decidedly for, yes, always that, no matter
the center holds itself still that rockets believably may be seen exploding in all directions from somewhere vaguely
let’s put all the stupid things in a pile and call them “love” or “worry” or
being drawn back unlike a bowstring but down and in as water finds the lowest
yeah, the contract the social one, so long ago supposedly agreed to, we were born instead into. what
got the sex drive of 15 young bulls, but the women are all scared.
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
finally, without knowing it was coming, he got to die. it was great. like a birthday party clown, he was equally the center
i keep smiling forgetting to remember to stop myself.
dopplergangers in case you both explode, who knows it could happen, true love too qui… like a limerick, obvious stupid si… like things aren’t. also, angular
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