(2014)
my spirit sings to you, clears and quickens. losing you is impossible
people, mostly all barely beyond apes, cannot be trusted. they are incapable of caring
why is nothing i can do now. where it went. what that echo means, if anything
just listen the trees drink silly.. I work i work that day the not
no means no. no response means no. (everyone knows maybe means nothing
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
let’s put all the stupid things in a pile and call them “love” or “worry” or
I will meet you in the open air, & pet your pony’s nose. You will be
STEP BACK! There’s an infection you’ll get if you come any closer. It will open your eyes through the crust
first fruits hardly a handful, the garden
so, i’m in this spiritual war. maybe you aren’t, but i am. many great losses
shut my eyes and squeeze my demand, the point of a spear. what will happen.
I dream sometimes you surprise me and it is surprising that I don’t immediately realize I’m dreaming
leaning into, not against it. no, decidedly for, yes, always that, no matter
does a king come ready– made, or doesn’t he emerge from a prince once a frog, and aren’t you
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