being drawn back unlike a bowstring but down and in as water finds the lowest

like bell bottoms or disco but we need it to think i’m dead

if ever someone is my dearest ear who hears my truth as theirs

of course it is not about you. you have to know this, like baby birds know worms come with mother’s return,

something you need makes you its bitch, yes even as it isn’t coming, no when love stands you up & all the more sweet

may be too onerous a task for those not starving. lucky

got the sex drive of 15 young bulls, but the women are all scared.

yes, there is a gap between us always has been now it is

man, it’s hard to come down from impossible hopes seemingly

why is nothing i can do now. where it went. what that echo means, if anything

simply knowing you’re in a maze doesn’t get you out, but the fact is the foundation

does a king come ready– made, or doesn’t he emerge from a prince once a frog, and aren’t you

the center holds itself still that rockets believably may be seen exploding in all directions from somewhere vaguely

yes, darling you should come & take care of me, someone has to, & you