does a king come ready– made, or doesn’t he emerge from a prince once a frog, and aren’t you
my spirit sings to you, clears and quickens. losing you is impossible
why is nothing i can do now. where it went. what that echo means, if anything
I understand the tattoo now “VERITAS” on your wrist, only there because it is entirely absent everywhere else.
the conquering child turns 50, gets the gag out its mouth, says here i am. let’s play now
first fruits hardly a handful, the garden
of the things that make me become better only music is unlike surgery
yes, i’m saying sunshine & rainbows will flow from your heart & other lovely places like living liquid
unspeakable dearth of nutrient the cause of the complaint, lack of the sweet titmilk of human connection,
i could not conceive of such beauty, it had to hit me like it has. nothing
yes, there is a gap between us always has been now it is
stupid met crazy decided to have a baby or two... what else you gonna do?
here’s a story. it may even be true. where i come from nothing ever sucks, so i
god is unwelcome in suburbia, the cells are too comfortable there, & love rests best under stars.
if ever someone is my dearest ear who hears my truth as theirs
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