(2013)
root it out the tiny bit left that says someone’s in charge not you. don’t let it live
finally, without knowing it was coming, he got to die. it was great. like a birthday party clown, he was equally the center
first fruits hardly a handful, the garden
i keep smiling forgetting to remember to stop myself.
cool this angst some with beer, amazing how it works, three in and suddenly ashamed that i could hate
every story, especially those promising finally to grant the square hat with tassels, is a load of shit. the god which
a few hundred million dying days later he emerges into crazy
no means no. no response means no. (everyone knows maybe means nothing
oh, and how it gets you these bastard assumptions, one or two commonalities
webwomb’s not the maker of me. came into it as falling is done. down, only always
I love how you talk Down to everyone In your poems Which, unlike fiction Are not covered
you’ve been invited, stupid asshol… to remember things differently, wh… it means to be human, even. dumb shit, you’ll always let someone el… handle it, whatever always happens
yes, i’m saying sunshine & rainbows will flow from your heart & other lovely places like living liquid
leaning into, not against it. no, decidedly for, yes, always that, no matter
I dream sometimes you surprise me and it is surprising that I don’t immediately realize I’m dreaming
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