(2015)
shall we turn down the covers, crawl inside? find there a place that’s been waiting for us, a vortex of sorts
of course it is not about you. you have to know this, like baby birds know worms come with mother’s return,
this being we are, delights in all things, yes but is held breathless
yes, there is a gap between us always has been now it is
yes, darling you should come & take care of me, someone has to, & you
just start over not so much like anything was particularly
leaning into, not against it. no, decidedly for, yes, always that, no matter
was all stupid. you weren’t that entertaining. i find it all only sad now, that
my spirit sings to you, clears and quickens. losing you is impossible
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
I will meet you in the open air, & pet your pony’s nose. You will be
better fucking eat it all up. time is getting drunk & may puke, be rude, before finally
the very idea that i could be
we are nearly always a world which almost
excuse me, i thought you were also the center of a fractal
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