(2014)
stupid met crazy decided to have a baby or two... what else you gonna do?
of course it is not about you. you have to know this, like baby birds know worms come with mother’s return,
like bell bottoms or disco but we need it to think i’m dead
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…
so, i’m in this spiritual war. maybe you aren’t, but i am. many great losses
yes, darling you should come & take care of me, someone has to, & you
let’s put all the stupid things in a pile and call them “love” or “worry” or
a few hundred million dying days later he emerges into crazy
god is unwelcome in suburbia, the cells are too comfortable there, & love rests best under stars.
better fucking eat it all up. time is getting drunk & may puke, be rude, before finally
you are guilty of failing to love and understand me, like a dog is guilty of failing to speak or use
STEP BACK! There’s an infection you’ll get if you come any closer. It will open your eyes through the crust
when (finally) we meet I’m thinking spring wildflowers will bloom on high
cool this angst some with beer, amazing how it works, three in and suddenly ashamed that i could hate
oh, and how it gets you these bastard assumptions, one or two commonalities
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