2016
the center holds itself still that rockets believably may be seen exploding in all directions from somewhere vaguely
we go walking around walking all over this town nothing ever getting us down cause we’re just a couple of clown…
shall we turn down the covers, crawl inside? find there a place that’s been waiting for us, a vortex of sorts
leaning into, not against it. no, decidedly for, yes, always that, no matter
liking to say things, all kinds of things, mostly about the way things seem
why is nothing i can do now. where it went. what that echo means, if anything
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
so, come on then, brilliant one, see, i’ve been waiting for you with eyes
here in the middle of the bottom of the lie how obvious
root it out the tiny bit left that says someone’s in charge not you. don’t let it live
people, mostly all barely beyond apes, cannot be trusted. they are incapable of caring
if you enjoy this pain, all expressions of it, being here compiled, then, yes enjoy them, but
dopplergangers in case you both explode, who knows it could happen, true love too qui… like a limerick, obvious stupid si… like things aren’t. also, angular
something you need makes you its bitch, yes even as it isn’t coming, no when love stands you up & all the more sweet
a breeze. already know what’s what. shut up. kiss her. shut up...