oh, and how it gets you these bastard assumptions, one or two commonalities

the conquering child turns 50, gets the gag out its mouth, says here i am. let’s play now

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

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

I love how you talk Down to everyone In your poems Which, unlike fiction Are not covered

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