(2012)
the center holds itself still that rockets believably may be seen exploding in all directions from somewhere vaguely
I love how you talk Down to everyone In your poems Which, unlike fiction Are not covered
being drawn back unlike a bowstring but down and in as water finds the lowest
yes, there is a gap between us always has been now it is
I dream sometimes you surprise me and it is surprising that I don’t immediately realize I’m dreaming
something you need makes you its bitch, yes even as it isn’t coming, no when love stands you up & all the more sweet
may be too onerous a task for those not starving. lucky
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
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
of course it is not about you. you have to know this, like baby birds know worms come with mother’s return,
STEP BACK! There’s an infection you’ll get if you come any closer. It will open your eyes through the crust
better fucking eat it all up. time is getting drunk & may puke, be rude, before finally
root it out the tiny bit left that says someone’s in charge not you. don’t let it live
just start over not so much like anything was particularly
excuse me, i thought you were also the center of a fractal
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