(2015)
why is nothing i can do now. where it went. what that echo means, if anything
shall we turn down the covers, crawl inside? find there a place that’s been waiting for us, a vortex of sorts
got the sex drive of 15 young bulls, but the women are all scared.
love does not beat on doors, beg at tables. it is always
my spirit sings to you, clears and quickens. losing you is impossible
we were all talking, things taking shape as they do, when someone said, be desireless, like that is at all a thing people
root it out the tiny bit left that says someone’s in charge not you. don’t let it live
here’s a story. it may even be true. where i come from nothing ever sucks, so i
the conquering child turns 50, gets the gag out its mouth, says here i am. let’s play now
lie still. be quiet. please understand what happens so, next time
yeah, the contract the social one, so long ago supposedly agreed to, we were born instead into. what
just listen the trees drink silly.. I work i work that day the not
there are never really any angels in god’s company, it really just pretends them
reflecting on the moment before, would be useful only were it not already perfect.
bring me things to break myself upon till