(2013)
thank humanity for beer, if nothing else whatsoever.
every story, especially those promising finally to grant the square hat with tassels, is a load of shit. the god which
something you need makes you its bitch, yes even as it isn’t coming, no when love stands you up & all the more sweet
i keep smiling forgetting to remember to stop myself.
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
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
webwomb’s not the maker of me. came into it as falling is done. down, only always
you are guilty of failing to love and understand me, like a dog is guilty of failing to speak or use
got the sex drive of 15 young bulls, but the women are all scared.
we go walking around walking all over this town nothing ever getting us down cause we’re just a couple of clown…
there are never really any angels in god’s company, it really just pretends them
I love how you talk Down to everyone In your poems Which, unlike fiction Are not covered
the center holds itself still that rockets believably may be seen exploding in all directions from somewhere vaguely
just remember we are so much more than words. shadows are beautiful too but let’s not
leaning into, not against it. no, decidedly for, yes, always that, no matter
i love you for the doubt you show me still possible in this body where you show me