(2013)
if ever someone is my dearest ear who hears my truth as theirs
shall we turn down the covers, crawl inside? find there a place that’s been waiting for us, a vortex of sorts
i could not conceive of such beauty, it had to hit me like it has. nothing
simply knowing you’re in a maze doesn’t get you out, but the fact is the foundation
I will meet you in the open air, & pet your pony’s nose. You will be
here in the middle of the bottom of the lie how obvious
so, i’m in this spiritual war. maybe you aren’t, but i am. many great losses
cool this angst some with beer, amazing how it works, three in and suddenly ashamed that i could hate
love does not beat on doors, beg at tables. it is always
excuse me, i thought you were also the center of a fractal
I just felt what I think I’ll feel always, once we’ve finally met, and share this cool space, like an open secr… It felt like all my favorite songs…
first fruits hardly a handful, the garden
the center holds itself still that rockets believably may be seen exploding in all directions from somewhere vaguely
of course it is not about you. you have to know this, like baby birds know worms come with mother’s return,
I love how you talk Down to everyone In your poems Which, unlike fiction Are not covered