(2014)
god is unwelcome in suburbia, the cells are too comfortable there, & love rests best under stars.
just remember we are so much more than words. shadows are beautiful too but let’s not
i keep smiling forgetting to remember to stop myself.
may be too onerous a task for those not starving. lucky
the very idea that i could be
the conquering child turns 50, gets the gag out its mouth, says here i am. let’s play now
does a king come ready– made, or doesn’t he emerge from a prince once a frog, and aren’t you
yes, darling you should come & take care of me, someone has to, & you
we are nearly always a world which almost
reflecting on the moment before, would be useful only were it not already perfect.
my spirit sings to you, clears and quickens. losing you is impossible
you are guilty of failing to love and understand me, like a dog is guilty of failing to speak or use
unspeakable dearth of nutrient the cause of the complaint, lack of the sweet titmilk of human connection,
bring me things to break myself upon till
simply knowing you’re in a maze doesn’t get you out, but the fact is the foundation
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