(2014)
you are guilty of failing to love and understand me, like a dog is guilty of failing to speak or use
the very idea that i could be
cool this angst some with beer, amazing how it works, three in and suddenly ashamed that i could hate
liking to say things, all kinds of things, mostly about the way things seem
first fruits hardly a handful, the garden
a few hundred million dying days later he emerges into crazy
they really do know how to shove something up your ass like
i love you for the doubt you show me still possible in this body where you show me
the conquering child turns 50, gets the gag out its mouth, says here i am. let’s play now
the center holds itself still that rockets believably may be seen exploding in all directions from somewhere vaguely
why is nothing i can do now. where it went. what that echo means, if anything
i could not conceive of such beauty, it had to hit me like it has. nothing
so, i’m in this spiritual war. maybe you aren’t, but i am. many great losses
there are never really any angels in god’s company, it really just pretends them
let’s put all the stupid things in a pile and call them “love” or “worry” or
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