(2013)
so, i’m in this spiritual war. maybe you aren’t, but i am. many great losses
leaning into, not against it. no, decidedly for, yes, always that, no matter
yes, i’m saying sunshine & rainbows will flow from your heart & other lovely places like living liquid
finally, without knowing it was coming, he got to die. it was great. like a birthday party clown, he was equally the center
the center holds itself still that rockets believably may be seen exploding in all directions from somewhere vaguely
does a king come ready– made, or doesn’t he emerge from a prince once a frog, and aren’t you
you are guilty of failing to love and understand me, like a dog is guilty of failing to speak or use
may be too onerous a task for those not starving. lucky
let’s put all the stupid things in a pile and call them “love” or “worry” or
god is unwelcome in suburbia, the cells are too comfortable there, & love rests best under stars.
like bell bottoms or disco but we need it to think i’m dead
being drawn back unlike a bowstring but down and in as water finds the lowest
better fucking eat it all up. time is getting drunk & may puke, be rude, before finally
first fruits hardly a handful, the garden
webwomb’s not the maker of me. came into it as falling is done. down, only always