(2015)
I love how you talk Down to everyone In your poems Which, unlike fiction Are not covered
so, come on then, brilliant one, see, i’ve been waiting for you with eyes
unspeakable dearth of nutrient the cause of the complaint, lack of the sweet titmilk of human connection,
a breeze. already know what’s what. shut up. kiss her. shut up...
people, mostly all barely beyond apes, cannot be trusted. they are incapable of caring
i love you for the doubt you show me still possible in this body where you show me
just remember we are so much more than words. shadows are beautiful too but let’s not
oh, and how it gets you these bastard assumptions, one or two commonalities
leaning into, not against it. no, decidedly for, yes, always that, no matter
shall we turn down the covers, crawl inside? find there a place that’s been waiting for us, a vortex of sorts
a few hundred million dying days later he emerges into crazy
being drawn back unlike a bowstring but down and in as water finds the lowest
we are nearly always a world which almost
yes, i’m saying sunshine & rainbows will flow from your heart & other lovely places like living liquid
the very idea that i could be