(1999)
yeah, the contract the social one, so long ago supposedly agreed to, we were born instead into. what
nobody goes mad on purpose, also never is it not shared,
if ever someone is my dearest ear who hears my truth as theirs
liking to say things, all kinds of things, mostly about the way things seem
does a king come ready– made, or doesn’t he emerge from a prince once a frog, and aren’t you
let’s put all the stupid things in a pile and call them “love” or “worry” or
love does not beat on doors, beg at tables. it is always
this being we are, delights in all things, yes but is held breathless
you’ve been invited, stupid asshol… to remember things differently, wh… it means to be human, even. dumb shit, you’ll always let someone el… handle it, whatever always happens
yes, i’m saying sunshine & rainbows will flow from your heart & other lovely places like living liquid
we are nearly always a world which almost
so, come on then, brilliant one, see, i’ve been waiting for you with eyes
may be too onerous a task for those not starving. lucky
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
god is unwelcome in suburbia, the cells are too comfortable there, & love rests best under stars.
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