(2013)
a breeze. already know what’s what. shut up. kiss her. shut up...
we are nearly always a world which almost
I love how you talk Down to everyone In your poems Which, unlike fiction Are not covered
I understand the tattoo now “VERITAS” on your wrist, only there because it is entirely absent everywhere else.
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
unspeakable dearth of nutrient the cause of the complaint, lack of the sweet titmilk of human connection,
let’s put all the stupid things in a pile and call them “love” or “worry” or
yes, darling you should come & take care of me, someone has to, & you
yes, there is a gap between us always has been now it is
god is unwelcome in suburbia, the cells are too comfortable there, & love rests best under stars.
people, mostly all barely beyond apes, cannot be trusted. they are incapable of caring
just listen the trees drink silly.. I work i work that day the not
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
yes, i’m saying sunshine & rainbows will flow from your heart & other lovely places like living liquid