man, it’s hard to come down from impossible hopes seemingly
people, mostly all barely beyond apes, cannot be trusted. they are incapable of caring
we are nearly always a world which almost
like bell bottoms or disco but we need it to think i’m dead
cool this angst some with beer, amazing how it works, three in and suddenly ashamed that i could hate
this being we are, delights in all things, yes but is held breathless
nobody goes mad on purpose, also never is it not shared,
I love how you talk Down to everyone In your poems Which, unlike fiction Are not covered
if you enjoy this pain, all expressions of it, being here compiled, then, yes enjoy them, but
yes, darling you should come & take care of me, someone has to, & you
no means no. no response means no. (everyone knows maybe means nothing
being drawn back unlike a bowstring but down and in as water finds the lowest
yeah, the contract the social one, so long ago supposedly agreed to, we were born instead into. what
they really do know how to shove something up your ass like
first fruits hardly a handful, the garden