(2013)
here in the middle of the bottom of the lie how obvious
better fucking eat it all up. time is getting drunk & may puke, be rude, before finally
people, mostly all barely beyond apes, cannot be trusted. they are incapable of caring
Fieldwizards and firetops. Wobblybirds on snowflowers. Chilled milk and chowder for the little prince. Mothercake for mumbled thanks.
the center holds itself still that rockets believably may be seen exploding in all directions from somewhere vaguely
the conquering child turns 50, gets the gag out its mouth, says here i am. let’s play now
a few hundred million dying days later he emerges into crazy
shut my eyes and squeeze my demand, the point of a spear. what will happen.
this being we are, delights in all things, yes but is held breathless
let’s put all the stupid things in a pile and call them “love” or “worry” or
something you need makes you its bitch, yes even as it isn’t coming, no when love stands you up & all the more sweet
we are nearly always a world which almost
we go walking around walking all over this town nothing ever getting us down cause we’re just a couple of clown…
may be too onerous a task for those not starving. lucky
simply knowing you’re in a maze doesn’t get you out, but the fact is the foundation
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