(2013)
does a king come ready– made, or doesn’t he emerge from a prince once a frog, and aren’t you
I understand the tattoo now “VERITAS” on your wrist, only there because it is entirely absent everywhere else.
here’s a story. it may even be true. where i come from nothing ever sucks, so i
I love how you talk Down to everyone In your poems Which, unlike fiction Are not covered
people, mostly all barely beyond apes, cannot be trusted. they are incapable of caring
i love you for the doubt you show me still possible in this body where you show me
god is unwelcome in suburbia, the cells are too comfortable there, & love rests best under stars.
nobody goes mad on purpose, also never is it not shared,
finally, without knowing it was coming, he got to die. it was great. like a birthday party clown, he was equally the center
so, i’m in this spiritual war. maybe you aren’t, but i am. many great losses
I will meet you in the open air, & pet your pony’s nose. You will be
I just felt what I think I’ll feel always, once we’ve finally met, and share this cool space, like an open secr… It felt like all my favorite songs…
yes, darling you should come & take care of me, someone has to, & you
this being we are, delights in all things, yes but is held breathless
here in the middle of the bottom of the lie how obvious
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