(2014)
reflecting on the moment before, would be useful only were it not already perfect.
lie still. be quiet. please understand what happens so, next time
shut my eyes and squeeze my demand, the point of a spear. what will happen.
Fieldwizards and firetops. Wobblybirds on snowflowers. Chilled milk and chowder for the little prince. Mothercake for mumbled thanks.
if i stub my fucking toe it’s their fault so say i, and who could argue? you almost
they really do know how to shove something up your ass like
a breeze. already know what’s what. shut up. kiss her. shut up...
no means no. no response means no. (everyone knows maybe means nothing
first fruits hardly a handful, the garden
I understand the tattoo now “VERITAS” on your wrist, only there because it is entirely absent everywhere else.
excuse me, i thought you were also the center of a fractal
was all stupid. you weren’t that entertaining. i find it all only sad now, that
liking to say things, all kinds of things, mostly about the way things seem
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
bring me things to break myself upon till