(2014)
excuse me, i thought you were also the center of a fractal
why is nothing i can do now. where it went. what that echo means, if anything
finally, without knowing it was coming, he got to die. it was great. like a birthday party clown, he was equally the center
this being we are, delights in all things, yes but is held breathless
lie still. be quiet. please understand what happens so, next time
root it out the tiny bit left that says someone’s in charge not you. don’t let it live
now, I’m no Bukowski but my friends who don’t like poet… except his stuff, tell me they like mine, and I can drink like a drinking machine
a few hundred million dying days later he emerges into crazy
the center holds itself still that rockets believably may be seen exploding in all directions from somewhere vaguely
first fruits hardly a handful, the garden
may be too onerous a task for those not starving. lucky
the conquering child turns 50, gets the gag out its mouth, says here i am. let’s play now
so, i’m in this spiritual war. maybe you aren’t, but i am. many great losses
here’s a story. it may even be true. where i come from nothing ever sucks, so i
a breeze. already know what’s what. shut up. kiss her. shut up...
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