(2015)
I love how you talk Down to everyone In your poems Which, unlike fiction Are not covered
unspeakable dearth of nutrient the cause of the complaint, lack of the sweet titmilk of human connection,
stupid met crazy decided to have a baby or two... what else you gonna do?
first fruits hardly a handful, the garden
finally, without knowing it was coming, he got to die. it was great. like a birthday party clown, he was equally the center
may be too onerous a task for those not starving. lucky
nobody goes mad on purpose, also never is it not shared,
cool this angst some with beer, amazing how it works, three in and suddenly ashamed that i could hate
just listen the trees drink silly.. I work i work that day the not
you are guilty of failing to love and understand me, like a dog is guilty of failing to speak or use
so, come on then, brilliant one, see, i’ve been waiting for you with eyes
we go walking around walking all over this town nothing ever getting us down cause we’re just a couple of clown…
when (finally) we meet I’m thinking spring wildflowers will bloom on high
if i stub my fucking toe it’s their fault so say i, and who could argue? you almost
a breeze. already know what’s what. shut up. kiss her. shut up...