(2014)
my spirit sings to you, clears and quickens. losing you is impossible
life and even one good thing– anything, a course in wonders becomes? no school, thanks not for me. no lesson one so likes declaring to find itself legs. no
there are never really any angels in god’s company, it really just pretends them
people, mostly all barely beyond apes, cannot be trusted. they are incapable of caring
love does not beat on doors, beg at tables. it is always
every story, especially those promising finally to grant the square hat with tassels, is a load of shit. the god which
like bell bottoms or disco but we need it to think i’m dead
let’s put all the stupid things in a pile and call them “love” or “worry” or
why is nothing i can do now. where it went. what that echo means, if anything
leaning into, not against it. no, decidedly for, yes, always that, no matter
a breeze. already know what’s what. shut up. kiss her. shut up...
I love how you talk Down to everyone In your poems Which, unlike fiction Are not covered
excuse me, i thought you were also the center of a fractal
man, it’s hard to come down from impossible hopes seemingly
just listen the trees drink silly.. I work i work that day the not
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