(2014)
shut my eyes and squeeze my demand, the point of a spear. what will happen.
if i stub my fucking toe it’s their fault so say i, and who could argue? you almost
my spirit sings to you, clears and quickens. losing you is impossible
they really do know how to shove something up your ass like
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, there is a gap between us always has been now it is
there are never really any angels in god’s company, it really just pretends them
i keep smiling forgetting to remember to stop myself.
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
I understand the tattoo now “VERITAS” on your wrist, only there because it is entirely absent everywhere else.
shall we turn down the covers, crawl inside? find there a place that’s been waiting for us, a vortex of sorts
unspeakable dearth of nutrient the cause of the complaint, lack of the sweet titmilk of human connection,
the conquering child turns 50, gets the gag out its mouth, says here i am. let’s play now
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
love me past the edges, stances and masks, deeper than i know things.
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