(2014)
every story, especially those promising finally to grant the square hat with tassels, is a load of shit. the god which
a breeze. already know what’s what. shut up. kiss her. shut up...
just remember we are so much more than words. shadows are beautiful too but let’s not
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
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
we go walking around walking all over this town nothing ever getting us down cause we’re just a couple of clown…
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…
shall we turn down the covers, crawl inside? find there a place that’s been waiting for us, a vortex of sorts
simply knowing you’re in a maze doesn’t get you out, but the fact is the foundation
I love how you talk Down to everyone In your poems Which, unlike fiction Are not covered
love me past the edges, stances and masks, deeper than i know things.
we were all talking, things taking shape as they do, when someone said, be desireless, like that is at all a thing people
you are guilty of failing to love and understand me, like a dog is guilty of failing to speak or use
if ever someone is my dearest ear who hears my truth as theirs
love does not beat on doors, beg at tables. it is always
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