(2014)
I will meet you in the open air, & pet your pony’s nose. You will be
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
finally, without knowing it was coming, he got to die. it was great. like a birthday party clown, he was equally the center
so, come on then, brilliant one, see, i’ve been waiting for you with eyes
got the sex drive of 15 young bulls, but the women are all scared.
first fruits hardly a handful, the garden
of course it is not about you. you have to know this, like baby birds know worms come with mother’s return,
just remember we are so much more than words. shadows are beautiful too but let’s not
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…
unspeakable dearth of nutrient the cause of the complaint, lack of the sweet titmilk of human connection,
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
if ever someone is my dearest ear who hears my truth as theirs
this being we are, delights in all things, yes but is held breathless
here’s a story. it may even be true. where i come from nothing ever sucks, so i
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