(2015)
I dream sometimes you surprise me and it is surprising that I don’t immediately realize I’m dreaming
like bell bottoms or disco but we need it to think i’m dead
let’s put all the stupid things in a pile and call them “love” or “worry” or
no means no. no response means no. (everyone knows maybe means nothing
i love you for the doubt you show me still possible in this body where you show me
love does not beat on doors, beg at tables. it is always
does a king come ready– made, or doesn’t he emerge from a prince once a frog, and aren’t you
something you need makes you its bitch, yes even as it isn’t coming, no when love stands you up & all the more sweet
finally, without knowing it was coming, he got to die. it was great. like a birthday party clown, he was equally the center
man, it’s hard to come down from impossible hopes seemingly
reflecting on the moment before, would be useful only were it not already perfect.
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
stupid met crazy decided to have a baby or two... what else you gonna do?
here in the middle of the bottom of the lie how obvious
i could not conceive of such beauty, it had to hit me like it has. nothing