(2013)
just listen the trees drink silly.. I work i work that day the not
the conquering child turns 50, gets the gag out its mouth, says here i am. let’s play now
my spirit sings to you, clears and quickens. losing you is impossible
if i stub my fucking toe it’s their fault so say i, and who could argue? you almost
cool this angst some with beer, amazing how it works, three in and suddenly ashamed that i could hate
was all stupid. you weren’t that entertaining. i find it all only sad now, that
liking to say things, all kinds of things, mostly about the way things seem
first fruits hardly a handful, the garden
so, i’m in this spiritual war. maybe you aren’t, but i am. many great losses
does a king come ready– made, or doesn’t he emerge from a prince once a frog, and aren’t you
this being we are, delights in all things, yes but is held breathless
every story, especially those promising finally to grant the square hat with tassels, is a load of shit. the god which
leaning into, not against it. no, decidedly for, yes, always that, no matter
when (finally) we meet I’m thinking spring wildflowers will bloom on high
stupid met crazy decided to have a baby or two... what else you gonna do?
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