(1999)
shut my eyes and squeeze my demand, the point of a spear. what will happen.
no means no. no response means no. (everyone knows maybe means nothing
I understand the tattoo now “VERITAS” on your wrist, only there because it is entirely absent everywhere else.
just listen the trees drink silly.. I work i work that day the not
i love you for the doubt you show me still possible in this body where you show me
got the sex drive of 15 young bulls, but the women are all scared.
just remember we are so much more than words. shadows are beautiful too but let’s not
the center holds itself still that rockets believably may be seen exploding in all directions from somewhere vaguely
i keep smiling forgetting to remember to stop myself.
Fieldwizards and firetops. Wobblybirds on snowflowers. Chilled milk and chowder for the little prince. Mothercake for mumbled thanks.
nobody goes mad on purpose, also never is it not shared,
god is unwelcome in suburbia, the cells are too comfortable there, & love rests best under stars.
so, i’m in this spiritual war. maybe you aren’t, but i am. many great losses
here’s a story. it may even be true. where i come from nothing ever sucks, so i
STEP BACK! There’s an infection you’ll get if you come any closer. It will open your eyes through the crust
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