(2014)
cool this angst some with beer, amazing how it works, three in and suddenly ashamed that i could hate
like bell bottoms or disco but we need it to think i’m dead
the conquering child turns 50, gets the gag out its mouth, says here i am. let’s play now
just listen the trees drink silly.. I work i work that day the not
we go walking around walking all over this town nothing ever getting us down cause we’re just a couple of clown…
shut my eyes and squeeze my demand, the point of a spear. what will happen.
Fieldwizards and firetops. Wobblybirds on snowflowers. Chilled milk and chowder for the little prince. Mothercake for mumbled thanks.
nobody goes mad on purpose, also never is it not shared,
my spirit sings to you, clears and quickens. losing you is impossible
man, it’s hard to come down from impossible hopes seemingly
leaning into, not against it. no, decidedly for, yes, always that, no matter
STEP BACK! There’s an infection you’ll get if you come any closer. It will open your eyes through the crust
reflecting on the moment before, would be useful only were it not already perfect.
I love how you talk Down to everyone In your poems Which, unlike fiction Are not covered
was all stupid. you weren’t that entertaining. i find it all only sad now, that
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