(2014)
I love how you talk Down to everyone In your poems Which, unlike fiction Are not covered
oh, and how it gets you these bastard assumptions, one or two commonalities
here’s a story. it may even be true. where i come from nothing ever sucks, so i
we were all talking, things taking shape as they do, when someone said, be desireless, like that is at all a thing people
reflecting on the moment before, would be useful only were it not already perfect.
of the things that make me become better only music is unlike surgery
if i stub my fucking toe it’s their fault so say i, and who could argue? you almost
so, i’m in this spiritual war. maybe you aren’t, but i am. many great losses
shut my eyes and squeeze my demand, the point of a spear. what will happen.
lie still. be quiet. please understand what happens so, next time
may be too onerous a task for those not starving. lucky
got the sex drive of 15 young bulls, but the women are all scared.
finally, without knowing it was coming, he got to die. it was great. like a birthday party clown, he was equally the center
there are never really any angels in god’s company, it really just pretends them
if ever someone is my dearest ear who hears my truth as theirs
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