(2013)
does a king come ready– made, or doesn’t he emerge from a prince once a frog, and aren’t you
if i stub my fucking toe it’s their fault so say i, and who could argue? you almost
i keep smiling forgetting to remember to stop myself.
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
a breeze. already know what’s what. shut up. kiss her. shut up...
shut my eyes and squeeze my demand, the point of a spear. what will happen.
just start over not so much like anything was particularly
lie still. be quiet. please understand what happens so, next time
better fucking eat it all up. time is getting drunk & may puke, be rude, before finally
a few hundred million dying days later he emerges into crazy
you are guilty of failing to love and understand me, like a dog is guilty of failing to speak or use
nobody goes mad on purpose, also never is it not shared,
so, i’m in this spiritual war. maybe you aren’t, but i am. many great losses
life and even one good thing– anything, a course in wonders becomes? no school, thanks not for me. no lesson one so likes declaring to find itself legs. no
like bell bottoms or disco but we need it to think i’m dead