(2015)
drry awfl drd sys thngs tk t lng & y bttr hrry lst y
love does not beat on doors, beg at tables. it is always
webwomb’s not the maker of me. came into it as falling is done. down, only always
why is nothing i can do now. where it went. what that echo means, if anything
yes, there is a gap between us always has been now it is
people, mostly all barely beyond apes, cannot be trusted. they are incapable of caring
a breeze. already know what’s what. shut up. kiss her. shut up...
just start over not so much like anything was particularly
so, i’m in this spiritual war. maybe you aren’t, but i am. many great losses
root it out the tiny bit left that says someone’s in charge not you. don’t let it live
may be too onerous a task for those not starving. lucky
leaning into, not against it. no, decidedly for, yes, always that, no matter
god is unwelcome in suburbia, the cells are too comfortable there, & love rests best under stars.
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
just listen the trees drink silly.. I work i work that day the not
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