(2013)
the conquering child turns 50, gets the gag out its mouth, says here i am. let’s play now
if i stub my fucking toe it’s their fault so say i, and who could argue? you almost
yes, i’m saying sunshine & rainbows will flow from your heart & other lovely places like living liquid
root it out the tiny bit left that says someone’s in charge not you. don’t let it live
they really do know how to shove something up your ass like
we are nearly always a world which almost
of the things that make me become better only music is unlike surgery
liking to say things, all kinds of things, mostly about the way things seem
STEP BACK! There’s an infection you’ll get if you come any closer. It will open your eyes through the crust
reflecting on the moment before, would be useful only were it not already perfect.
when (finally) we meet I’m thinking spring wildflowers will bloom on high
cool this angst some with beer, amazing how it works, three in and suddenly ashamed that i could hate
shall we turn down the covers, crawl inside? find there a place that’s been waiting for us, a vortex of sorts
I love how you talk Down to everyone In your poems Which, unlike fiction Are not covered
bring me things to break myself upon till