(2014)
this being we are, delights in all things, yes but is held breathless
love does not beat on doors, beg at tables. it is always
dopplergangers in case you both explode, who knows it could happen, true love too qui… like a limerick, obvious stupid si… like things aren’t. also, angular
better fucking eat it all up. time is getting drunk & may puke, be rude, before finally
I just felt what I think I’ll feel always, once we’ve finally met, and share this cool space, like an open secr… It felt like all my favorite songs…
we were all talking, things taking shape as they do, when someone said, be desireless, like that is at all a thing people
why is nothing i can do now. where it went. what that echo means, if anything
something you need makes you its bitch, yes even as it isn’t coming, no when love stands you up & all the more sweet
yes, there is a gap between us always has been now it is
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
I love how you talk Down to everyone In your poems Which, unlike fiction Are not covered
we are nearly always a world which almost
bring me things to break myself upon till
like bell bottoms or disco but we need it to think i’m dead
when (finally) we meet I’m thinking spring wildflowers will bloom on high