(2013)
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 love how you talk Down to everyone In your poems Which, unlike fiction Are not covered
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
nobody goes mad on purpose, also never is it not shared,
the very idea that i could be
first fruits hardly a handful, the garden
yes, i’m saying sunshine & rainbows will flow from your heart & other lovely places like living liquid
yes, darling you should come & take care of me, someone has to, & you
so, i’m in this spiritual war. maybe you aren’t, but i am. many great losses
does a king come ready– made, or doesn’t he emerge from a prince once a frog, and aren’t you
finally, without knowing it was coming, he got to die. it was great. like a birthday party clown, he was equally the center
root it out the tiny bit left that says someone’s in charge not you. don’t let it live
yeah, the contract the social one, so long ago supposedly agreed to, we were born instead into. what
no means no. no response means no. (everyone knows maybe means nothing
every story, especially those promising finally to grant the square hat with tassels, is a load of shit. the god which