(2013)
here’s a story. it may even be true. where i come from nothing ever sucks, so i
i love you for the doubt you show me still possible in this body where you show me
yes, i’m saying sunshine & rainbows will flow from your heart & other lovely places like living liquid
got the sex drive of 15 young bulls, but the women are all scared.
let’s put all the stupid things in a pile and call them “love” or “worry” or
the center holds itself still that rockets believably may be seen exploding in all directions from somewhere vaguely
the conquering child turns 50, gets the gag out its mouth, says here i am. let’s play now
no means no. no response means no. (everyone knows maybe means nothing
there are never really any angels in god’s company, it really just pretends them
why is nothing i can do now. where it went. what that echo means, if anything
reflecting on the moment before, would be useful only were it not already perfect.
something you need makes you its bitch, yes even as it isn’t coming, no when love stands you up & all the more sweet
shall we turn down the covers, crawl inside? find there a place that’s been waiting for us, a vortex of sorts
love me past the edges, stances and masks, deeper than i know things.
may be too onerous a task for those not starving. lucky