(2015)
just listen the trees drink silly.. I work i work that day the not
let’s put all the stupid things in a pile and call them “love” or “worry” or
reflecting on the moment before, would be useful only were it not already perfect.
we were all talking, things taking shape as they do, when someone said, be desireless, like that is at all a thing people
unspeakable dearth of nutrient the cause of the complaint, lack of the sweet titmilk of human connection,
I will meet you in the open air, & pet your pony’s nose. You will be
bring me things to break myself upon till
when (finally) we meet I’m thinking spring wildflowers will bloom on high
Fieldwizards and firetops. Wobblybirds on snowflowers. Chilled milk and chowder for the little prince. Mothercake for mumbled thanks.
being drawn back unlike a bowstring but down and in as water finds the lowest
i love you for the doubt you show me still possible in this body where you show me
may be too onerous a task for those not starving. lucky
shall we turn down the covers, crawl inside? find there a place that’s been waiting for us, a vortex of sorts
there are never really any angels in god’s company, it really just pretends them
no means no. no response means no. (everyone knows maybe means nothing