(2013)
oh, and how it gets you these bastard assumptions, one or two commonalities
the very idea that i could be
no means no. no response means no. (everyone knows maybe means nothing
finally, without knowing it was coming, he got to die. it was great. like a birthday party clown, he was equally the center
just start over not so much like anything was particularly
yes, darling you should come & take care of me, someone has to, & you
why is nothing i can do now. where it went. what that echo means, if anything
I dream sometimes you surprise me and it is surprising that I don’t immediately realize I’m dreaming
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
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
let’s put all the stupid things in a pile and call them “love” or “worry” or
the center holds itself still that rockets believably may be seen exploding in all directions from somewhere vaguely
STEP BACK! There’s an infection you’ll get if you come any closer. It will open your eyes through the crust
leaning into, not against it. no, decidedly for, yes, always that, no matter
man, it’s hard to come down from impossible hopes seemingly
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