(2015)
you are guilty of failing to love and understand me, like a dog is guilty of failing to speak or use
cool this angst some with beer, amazing how it works, three in and suddenly ashamed that i could hate
my spirit sings to you, clears and quickens. losing you is impossible
I dream sometimes you surprise me and it is surprising that I don’t immediately realize I’m dreaming
a few hundred million dying days later he emerges into crazy
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
I love how you talk Down to everyone In your poems Which, unlike fiction Are not covered
of course it is not about you. you have to know this, like baby birds know worms come with mother’s return,
this being we are, delights in all things, yes but is held breathless
there are never really any angels in god’s company, it really just pretends them
better fucking eat it all up. time is getting drunk & may puke, be rude, before finally
finally, without knowing it was coming, he got to die. it was great. like a birthday party clown, he was equally the center
if i stub my fucking toe it’s their fault so say i, and who could argue? you almost
if ever someone is my dearest ear who hears my truth as theirs
does a king come ready– made, or doesn’t he emerge from a prince once a frog, and aren’t you