(2014)
every other part of something else so arranged.
oh, and how it gets you these bastard assumptions, one or two commonalities
yes, darling you should come & take care of me, someone has to, & you
liking to say things, all kinds of things, mostly about the way things seem
may be too onerous a task for those not starving. lucky
there are never really any angels in god’s company, it really just pretends them
shall we turn down the covers, crawl inside? find there a place that’s been waiting for us, a vortex of sorts
the very idea that i could be
love me past the edges, stances and masks, deeper than i know things.
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…
god is unwelcome in suburbia, the cells are too comfortable there, & love rests best under stars.
i could not conceive of such beauty, it had to hit me like it has. nothing
just start over not so much like anything was particularly
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
lie still. be quiet. please understand what happens so, next time
got the sex drive of 15 young bulls, but the women are all scared.