(2014)
of course it is not about you. you have to know this, like baby birds know worms come with mother’s return,
root it out the tiny bit left that says someone’s in charge not you. don’t let it live
so, i’m in this spiritual war. maybe you aren’t, but i am. many great losses
just listen the trees drink silly.. I work i work that day the not
you’ve been invited, stupid asshol… to remember things differently, wh… it means to be human, even. dumb shit, you’ll always let someone el… handle it, whatever always happens
first fruits hardly a handful, the garden
yeah, the contract the social one, so long ago supposedly agreed to, we were born instead into. what
there are never really any angels in god’s company, it really just pretends them
leaning into, not against it. no, decidedly for, yes, always that, no matter
this being we are, delights in all things, yes but is held breathless
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
finally, without knowing it was coming, he got to die. it was great. like a birthday party clown, he was equally the center
reflecting on the moment before, would be useful only were it not already perfect.
I dream sometimes you surprise me and it is surprising that I don’t immediately realize I’m dreaming
so, come on then, brilliant one, see, i’ve been waiting for you with eyes
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