(2014)
liking to say things, all kinds of things, mostly about the way things seem
root it out the tiny bit left that says someone’s in charge not you. don’t let it live
webwomb’s not the maker of me. came into it as falling is done. down, only always
we go walking around walking all over this town nothing ever getting us down cause we’re just a couple of clown…
this being we are, delights in all things, yes but is held breathless
lie still. be quiet. please understand what happens so, next time
I dream sometimes you surprise me and it is surprising that I don’t immediately realize I’m dreaming
unspeakable dearth of nutrient the cause of the complaint, lack of the sweet titmilk of human connection,
Fieldwizards and firetops. Wobblybirds on snowflowers. Chilled milk and chowder for the little prince. Mothercake for mumbled thanks.
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
leaning into, not against it. no, decidedly for, yes, always that, no matter
if i stub my fucking toe it’s their fault so say i, and who could argue? you almost
was all stupid. you weren’t that entertaining. i find it all only sad now, that
I understand the tattoo now “VERITAS” on your wrist, only there because it is entirely absent everywhere else.
a few hundred million dying days later he emerges into crazy
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