(2015)
of course it is not about you. you have to know this, like baby birds know worms come with mother’s return,
we are nearly always a world which almost
may be too onerous a task for those not starving. lucky
yes, darling you should come & take care of me, someone has to, & you
got the sex drive of 15 young bulls, but the women are all scared.
unspeakable dearth of nutrient the cause of the complaint, lack of the sweet titmilk of human connection,
oh, and how it gets you these bastard assumptions, one or two commonalities
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
stupid met crazy decided to have a baby or two... what else you gonna do?
shut my eyes and squeeze my demand, the point of a spear. what will happen.
leaning into, not against it. no, decidedly for, yes, always that, no matter
does a king come ready– made, or doesn’t he emerge from a prince once a frog, and aren’t you
root it out the tiny bit left that says someone’s in charge not you. don’t let it live
liking to say things, all kinds of things, mostly about the way things seem
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