(1999)
life and even one good thing– anything, a course in wonders becomes? no school, thanks not for me. no lesson one so likes declaring to find itself legs. no
let’s put all the stupid things in a pile and call them “love” or “worry” or
of course it is not about you. you have to know this, like baby birds know worms come with mother’s return,
man, it’s hard to come down from impossible hopes seemingly
something you need makes you its bitch, yes even as it isn’t coming, no when love stands you up & all the more sweet
this being we are, delights in all things, yes but is held breathless
shall we turn down the covers, crawl inside? find there a place that’s been waiting for us, a vortex of sorts
every story, especially those promising finally to grant the square hat with tassels, is a load of shit. the god which
dopplergangers in case you both explode, who knows it could happen, true love too qui… like a limerick, obvious stupid si… like things aren’t. also, angular
like bell bottoms or disco but we need it to think i’m dead
why is nothing i can do now. where it went. what that echo means, if anything
root it out the tiny bit left that says someone’s in charge not you. don’t let it live
they really do know how to shove something up your ass like
yes, there is a gap between us always has been now it is
leaning into, not against it. no, decidedly for, yes, always that, no matter
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