(2014)
the center holds itself still that rockets believably may be seen exploding in all directions from somewhere vaguely
unspeakable dearth of nutrient the cause of the complaint, lack of the sweet titmilk of human connection,
just remember we are so much more than words. shadows are beautiful too but let’s not
nobody goes mad on purpose, also never is it not shared,
I will meet you in the open air, & pet your pony’s nose. You will be
yes, darling you should come & take care of me, someone has to, & you
root it out the tiny bit left that says someone’s in charge not you. don’t let it live
I understand the tattoo now “VERITAS” on your wrist, only there because it is entirely absent everywhere else.
when (finally) we meet I’m thinking spring wildflowers will bloom on high
got the sex drive of 15 young bulls, but the women are all scared.
yes, i’m saying sunshine & rainbows will flow from your heart & other lovely places like living liquid
reflecting on the moment before, would be useful only were it not already perfect.
my spirit sings to you, clears and quickens. losing you is impossible
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
if i stub my fucking toe it’s their fault so say i, and who could argue? you almost
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