(2014)
I love how you talk Down to everyone In your poems Which, unlike fiction Are not covered
god is unwelcome in suburbia, the cells are too comfortable there, & love rests best under stars.
the conquering child turns 50, gets the gag out its mouth, says here i am. let’s play now
there are never really any angels in god’s company, it really just pretends them
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…
may be too onerous a task for those not starving. lucky
man, it’s hard to come down from impossible hopes seemingly
better fucking eat it all up. time is getting drunk & may puke, be rude, before finally
when (finally) we meet I’m thinking spring wildflowers will bloom on high
so, i’m in this spiritual war. maybe you aren’t, but i am. many great losses
just remember we are so much more than words. shadows are beautiful too but let’s not
we were all talking, things taking shape as they do, when someone said, be desireless, like that is at all a thing people
does a king come ready– made, or doesn’t he emerge from a prince once a frog, and aren’t you
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
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