you’ve been invited, stupid asshol… to remember things differently, wh… it means to be human, even. dumb shit, you’ll always let someone el… handle it, whatever always happens

let’s put all the stupid things in a pile and call them “love” or “worry” or

here in the middle of the bottom of the lie how obvious

shall we turn down the covers, crawl inside? find there a place that’s been waiting for us, a vortex of sorts

a breeze. already know what’s what. shut up. kiss her. shut up...

when (finally) we meet I’m thinking spring wildflowers will bloom on high

yes, i’m saying sunshine & rainbows will flow from your heart & other lovely places like living liquid

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

so, i’m in this spiritual war. maybe you aren’t, but i am. many great losses