(2014)
i could not conceive of such beauty, it had to hit me like it has. nothing
leaning into, not against it. no, decidedly for, yes, always that, no matter
so, i’m in this spiritual war. maybe you aren’t, but i am. many great losses
if i stub my fucking toe it’s their fault so say i, and who could argue? you almost
I will meet you in the open air, & pet your pony’s nose. You will be
god is unwelcome in suburbia, the cells are too comfortable there, & love rests best under stars.
we were all talking, things taking shape as they do, when someone said, be desireless, like that is at all a thing people
shall we turn down the covers, crawl inside? find there a place that’s been waiting for us, a vortex of sorts
yes, i’m saying sunshine & rainbows will flow from your heart & other lovely places like living liquid
they really do know how to shove something up your ass like
love me past the edges, stances and masks, deeper than i know things.
webwomb’s not the maker of me. came into it as falling is done. down, only always
there are never really any angels in god’s company, it really just pretends them
unspeakable dearth of nutrient the cause of the complaint, lack of the sweet titmilk of human connection,
yes, there is a gap between us always has been now it is