(2013)
reflecting on the moment before, would be useful only were it not already perfect.
i love you for the doubt you show me still possible in this body where you show me
first fruits hardly a handful, the garden
I will meet you in the open air, & pet your pony’s nose. You will be
you’ve been invited, stupid asshol… to remember things differently, wh… it means to be human, even. dumb shit, you’ll always let someone el… handle it, whatever always happens
finally, without knowing it was coming, he got to die. it was great. like a birthday party clown, he was equally the center
I love how you talk Down to everyone In your poems Which, unlike fiction Are not covered
does a king come ready– made, or doesn’t he emerge from a prince once a frog, and aren’t you
you are guilty of failing to love and understand me, like a dog is guilty of failing to speak or use
was all stupid. you weren’t that entertaining. i find it all only sad now, that
lie still. be quiet. please understand what happens so, next time
so, i’m in this spiritual war. maybe you aren’t, but i am. many great losses
here in the middle of the bottom of the lie how obvious
like bell bottoms or disco but we need it to think i’m dead
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