(2014)
first fruits hardly a handful, the garden
we were all talking, things taking shape as they do, when someone said, be desireless, like that is at all a thing people
no means no. no response means no. (everyone knows maybe means nothing
root it out the tiny bit left that says someone’s in charge not you. don’t let it live
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
finally, without knowing it was coming, he got to die. it was great. like a birthday party clown, he was equally the center
leaning into, not against it. no, decidedly for, yes, always that, no matter
like bell bottoms or disco but we need it to think i’m dead
reflecting on the moment before, would be useful only were it not already perfect.
does a king come ready– made, or doesn’t he emerge from a prince once a frog, and aren’t you
unspeakable dearth of nutrient the cause of the complaint, lack of the sweet titmilk of human connection,
god is unwelcome in suburbia, the cells are too comfortable there, & love rests best under stars.
you are guilty of failing to love and understand me, like a dog is guilty of failing to speak or use
got the sex drive of 15 young bulls, but the women are all scared.
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
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