(2013)
god is unwelcome in suburbia, the cells are too comfortable there, & love rests best under stars.
my spirit sings to you, clears and quickens. losing you is impossible
here in the middle of the bottom of the lie how obvious
lie still. be quiet. please understand what happens so, next time
bring me things to break myself upon till
was all stupid. you weren’t that entertaining. i find it all only sad now, that
just remember we are so much more than words. shadows are beautiful too but let’s not
no means no. no response means no. (everyone knows maybe means nothing
STEP BACK! There’s an infection you’ll get if you come any closer. It will open your eyes through the crust
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
I dream sometimes you surprise me and it is surprising that I don’t immediately realize I’m dreaming
liking to say things, all kinds of things, mostly about the way things seem
I will meet you in the open air, & pet your pony’s nose. You will be
may be too onerous a task for those not starving. lucky
every story, especially those promising finally to grant the square hat with tassels, is a load of shit. the god which