(2016)
does a king come ready– made, or doesn’t he emerge from a prince once a frog, and aren’t you
we were all talking, things taking shape as they do, when someone said, be desireless, like that is at all a thing people
liking to say things, all kinds of things, mostly about the way things seem
just listen the trees drink silly.. I work i work that day the not
was all stupid. you weren’t that entertaining. i find it all only sad now, that
if ever someone is my dearest ear who hears my truth as theirs
cool this angst some with beer, amazing how it works, three in and suddenly ashamed that i could hate
when (finally) we meet I’m thinking spring wildflowers will bloom on high
my spirit sings to you, clears and quickens. losing you is impossible
i love you for the doubt you show me still possible in this body where you show me
there are never really any angels in god’s company, it really just pretends them
let’s put all the stupid things in a pile and call them “love” or “worry” or
yes, i’m saying sunshine & rainbows will flow from your heart & other lovely places like living liquid
if you enjoy this pain, all expressions of it, being here compiled, then, yes enjoy them, but
shall we turn down the covers, crawl inside? find there a place that’s been waiting for us, a vortex of sorts