(2013)
of course it is not about you. you have to know this, like baby birds know worms come with mother’s return,
the conquering child turns 50, gets the gag out its mouth, says here i am. let’s play now
let’s put all the stupid things in a pile and call them “love” or “worry” or
I love how you talk Down to everyone In your poems Which, unlike fiction Are not covered
this being we are, delights in all things, yes but is held breathless
got the sex drive of 15 young bulls, but the women are all scared.
we were all talking, things taking shape as they do, when someone said, be desireless, like that is at all a thing people
the center holds itself still that rockets believably may be seen exploding in all directions from somewhere vaguely
just listen the trees drink silly.. I work i work that day the not
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…
here in the middle of the bottom of the lie how obvious
man, it’s hard to come down from impossible hopes seemingly
Fieldwizards and firetops. Wobblybirds on snowflowers. Chilled milk and chowder for the little prince. Mothercake for mumbled thanks.
lie still. be quiet. please understand what happens so, next time
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
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