(2014)
shut my eyes and squeeze my demand, the point of a spear. what will happen.
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
excuse me, i thought you were also the center of a fractal
I understand the tattoo now “VERITAS” on your wrist, only there because it is entirely absent everywhere else.
STEP BACK! There’s an infection you’ll get if you come any closer. It will open your eyes through the crust
webwomb’s not the maker of me. came into it as falling is done. down, only always
my spirit sings to you, clears and quickens. losing you is impossible
love me past the edges, stances and masks, deeper than i know things.
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oh, and how it gets you these bastard assumptions, one or two commonalities
why is nothing i can do now. where it went. what that echo means, if anything
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
i love you for the doubt you show me still possible in this body where you show me
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