(2014)
here in the middle of the bottom of the lie how obvious
love me past the edges, stances and masks, deeper than i know things.
does a king come ready– made, or doesn’t he emerge from a prince once a frog, and aren’t you
shut my eyes and squeeze my demand, the point of a spear. what will happen.
people, mostly all barely beyond apes, cannot be trusted. they are incapable of caring
bring me things to break myself upon till
I will meet you in the open air, & pet your pony’s nose. You will be
every story, especially those promising finally to grant the square hat with tassels, is a load of shit. the god which
man, it’s hard to come down from impossible hopes seemingly
we were all talking, things taking shape as they do, when someone said, be desireless, like that is at all a thing people
i love you for the doubt you show me still possible in this body where you show me
something you need makes you its bitch, yes even as it isn’t coming, no when love stands you up & all the more sweet
so, i’m in this spiritual war. maybe you aren’t, but i am. many great losses
liking to say things, all kinds of things, mostly about the way things seem
just start over not so much like anything was particularly
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