(2014)
liking to say things, all kinds of things, mostly about the way things seem
webwomb’s not the maker of me. came into it as falling is done. down, only always
reflecting on the moment before, would be useful only were it not already perfect.
they really do know how to shove something up your ass like
we were all talking, things taking shape as they do, when someone said, be desireless, like that is at all a thing people
if i stub my fucking toe it’s their fault so say i, and who could argue? you almost
cool this angst some with beer, amazing how it works, three in and suddenly ashamed that i could hate
yeah, the contract the social one, so long ago supposedly agreed to, we were born instead into. what
I love how you talk Down to everyone In your poems Which, unlike fiction Are not covered
just remember we are so much more than words. shadows are beautiful too but let’s not
i keep smiling forgetting to remember to stop myself.
oh, and how it gets you these bastard assumptions, one or two commonalities
when (finally) we meet I’m thinking spring wildflowers will bloom on high
finally, without knowing it was coming, he got to die. it was great. like a birthday party clown, he was equally the center
something you need makes you its bitch, yes even as it isn’t coming, no when love stands you up & all the more sweet