(2013)
unspeakable dearth of nutrient the cause of the complaint, lack of the sweet titmilk of human connection,
I will meet you in the open air, & pet your pony’s nose. You will be
i could not conceive of such beauty, it had to hit me like it has. nothing
excuse me, i thought you were also the center of a fractal
there are never really any angels in god’s company, it really just pretends them
I dream sometimes you surprise me and it is surprising that I don’t immediately realize I’m dreaming
shut my eyes and squeeze my demand, the point of a spear. what will happen.
cool this angst some with beer, amazing how it works, three in and suddenly ashamed that i could hate
so, come on then, brilliant one, see, i’ve been waiting for you with eyes
shall we turn down the covers, crawl inside? find there a place that’s been waiting for us, a vortex of sorts
of course it is not about you. you have to know this, like baby birds know worms come with mother’s return,
I understand the tattoo now “VERITAS” on your wrist, only there because it is entirely absent everywhere else.
does a king come ready– made, or doesn’t he emerge from a prince once a frog, and aren’t you
Fieldwizards and firetops. Wobblybirds on snowflowers. Chilled milk and chowder for the little prince. Mothercake for mumbled thanks.
if you enjoy this pain, all expressions of it, being here compiled, then, yes enjoy them, but