(2015)
love me past the edges, stances and masks, deeper than i know things.
nobody goes mad on purpose, also never is it not shared,
simply knowing you’re in a maze doesn’t get you out, but the fact is the foundation
man, it’s hard to come down from impossible hopes seemingly
they really do know how to shove something up your ass like
people, mostly all barely beyond apes, cannot be trusted. they are incapable of caring
better fucking eat it all up. time is getting drunk & may puke, be rude, before finally
we were all talking, things taking shape as they do, when someone said, be desireless, like that is at all a thing people
yeah, the contract the social one, so long ago supposedly agreed to, we were born instead into. what
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
leaning into, not against it. no, decidedly for, yes, always that, no matter
like bell bottoms or disco but we need it to think i’m dead
god is unwelcome in suburbia, the cells are too comfortable there, & love rests best under stars.
drry awfl drd sys thngs tk t lng & y bttr hrry lst y
so, come on then, brilliant one, see, i’ve been waiting for you with eyes