(2016)
root it out the tiny bit left that says someone’s in charge not you. don’t let it live
the center holds itself still that rockets believably may be seen exploding in all directions from somewhere vaguely
like bell bottoms or disco but we need it to think i’m dead
lie still. be quiet. please understand what happens so, next time
love me past the edges, stances and masks, deeper than i know things.
stupid met crazy decided to have a baby or two... what else you gonna do?
liking to say things, all kinds of things, mostly about the way things seem
so, i’m in this spiritual war. maybe you aren’t, but i am. many great losses
this being we are, delights in all things, yes but is held breathless
a breeze. already know what’s what. shut up. kiss her. shut up...
just listen the trees drink silly.. I work i work that day the not
I love how you talk Down to everyone In your poems Which, unlike fiction Are not covered
when (finally) we meet I’m thinking spring wildflowers will bloom on high
nobody goes mad on purpose, also never is it not shared,
if i stub my fucking toe it’s their fault so say i, and who could argue? you almost