(2012)
reflecting on the moment before, would be useful only were it not already perfect.
if you enjoy this pain, all expressions of it, being here compiled, then, yes enjoy them, but
my spirit sings to you, clears and quickens. losing you is impossible
lie still. be quiet. please understand what happens so, next time
a breeze. already know what’s what. shut up. kiss her. shut up...
so, come on then, brilliant one, see, i’ve been waiting for you with eyes
yes, there is a gap between us always has been now it is
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
here in the middle of the bottom of the lie how obvious
shut my eyes and squeeze my demand, the point of a spear. what will happen.
a few hundred million dying days later he emerges into crazy
love does not beat on doors, beg at tables. it is always
I will meet you in the open air, & pet your pony’s nose. You will be
there are never really any angels in god’s company, it really just pretends them
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