(2015)
the conquering child turns 50, gets the gag out its mouth, says here i am. let’s play now
if you enjoy this pain, all expressions of it, being here compiled, then, yes enjoy them, but
love does not beat on doors, beg at tables. it is always
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god is unwelcome in suburbia, the cells are too comfortable there, & love rests best under stars.
better fucking eat it all up. time is getting drunk & may puke, be rude, before finally
cool this angst some with beer, amazing how it works, three in and suddenly ashamed that i could hate
yes, i’m saying sunshine & rainbows will flow from your heart & other lovely places like living liquid
shut my eyes and squeeze my demand, the point of a spear. what will happen.
i could not conceive of such beauty, it had to hit me like it has. nothing
man, it’s hard to come down from impossible hopes seemingly
i love you for the doubt you show me still possible in this body where you show me
being drawn back unlike a bowstring but down and in as water finds the lowest
I love how you talk Down to everyone In your poems Which, unlike fiction Are not covered
leaning into, not against it. no, decidedly for, yes, always that, no matter
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