(2014)
finally, without knowing it was coming, he got to die. it was great. like a birthday party clown, he was equally the center
first fruits hardly a handful, the garden
people, mostly all barely beyond apes, cannot be trusted. they are incapable of caring
no means no. no response means no. (everyone knows maybe means nothing
I will meet you in the open air, & pet your pony’s nose. You will be
when (finally) we meet I’m thinking spring wildflowers will bloom on high
there are never really any angels in god’s company, it really just pretends them
so, come on then, brilliant one, see, i’ve been waiting for you with eyes
if ever someone is my dearest ear who hears my truth as theirs
unspeakable dearth of nutrient the cause of the complaint, lack of the sweet titmilk of human connection,
lie still. be quiet. please understand what happens so, next time
i keep smiling forgetting to remember to stop myself.
cool this angst some with beer, amazing how it works, three in and suddenly ashamed that i could hate
yes, darling you should come & take care of me, someone has to, & you
let’s put all the stupid things in a pile and call them “love” or “worry” or
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