(2014)
love does not beat on doors, beg at tables. it is always
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
the center holds itself still that rockets believably may be seen exploding in all directions from somewhere vaguely
leaning into, not against it. no, decidedly for, yes, always that, no matter
of course it is not about you. you have to know this, like baby birds know worms come with mother’s return,
dopplergangers in case you both explode, who knows it could happen, true love too qui… like a limerick, obvious stupid si… like things aren’t. also, angular
may be too onerous a task for those not starving. lucky
Fieldwizards and firetops. Wobblybirds on snowflowers. Chilled milk and chowder for the little prince. Mothercake for mumbled thanks.
this being we are, delights in all things, yes but is held breathless
a few hundred million dying days later he emerges into crazy
let’s put all the stupid things in a pile and call them “love” or “worry” or
excuse me, i thought you were also the center of a fractal
oh, and how it gets you these bastard assumptions, one or two commonalities
STEP BACK! There’s an infection you’ll get if you come any closer. It will open your eyes through the crust
something you need makes you its bitch, yes even as it isn’t coming, no when love stands you up & all the more sweet
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