(2015)
they really do know how to shove something up your ass like
yeah, the contract the social one, so long ago supposedly agreed to, we were born instead into. what
god is unwelcome in suburbia, the cells are too comfortable there, & love rests best under stars.
does a king come ready– made, or doesn’t he emerge from a prince once a frog, and aren’t you
better fucking eat it all up. time is getting drunk & may puke, be rude, before finally
got the sex drive of 15 young bulls, but the women are all scared.
yes, i’m saying sunshine & rainbows will flow from your heart & other lovely places like living liquid
this being we are, delights in all things, yes but is held breathless
we were all talking, things taking shape as they do, when someone said, be desireless, like that is at all a thing people
no means no. no response means no. (everyone knows maybe means nothing
if ever someone is my dearest ear who hears my truth as theirs
something you need makes you its bitch, yes even as it isn’t coming, no when love stands you up & all the more sweet
like bell bottoms or disco but we need it to think i’m dead
so, i’m in this spiritual war. maybe you aren’t, but i am. many great losses
STEP BACK! There’s an infection you’ll get if you come any closer. It will open your eyes through the crust