(2014)
every other part of something else so arranged.
first fruits hardly a handful, the garden
I love how you talk Down to everyone In your poems Which, unlike fiction Are not covered
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
yeah, the contract the social one, so long ago supposedly agreed to, we were born instead into. what
you are guilty of failing to love and understand me, like a dog is guilty of failing to speak or use
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
people, mostly all barely beyond apes, cannot be trusted. they are incapable of caring
i keep smiling forgetting to remember to stop myself.
drry awfl drd sys thngs tk t lng & y bttr hrry lst y
was all stupid. you weren’t that entertaining. i find it all only sad now, that
nobody goes mad on purpose, also never is it not shared,
excuse me, i thought you were also the center of a fractal
root it out the tiny bit left that says someone’s in charge not you. don’t let it live
let’s put all the stupid things in a pile and call them “love” or “worry” or