(2014)
something you need makes you its bitch, yes even as it isn’t coming, no when love stands you up & all the more sweet
god is unwelcome in suburbia, the cells are too comfortable there, & love rests best under stars.
you are guilty of failing to love and understand me, like a dog is guilty of failing to speak or use
when (finally) we meet I’m thinking spring wildflowers will bloom on high
no means no. no response means no. (everyone knows maybe means nothing
we go walking around walking all over this town nothing ever getting us down cause we’re just a couple of clown…
i could not conceive of such beauty, it had to hit me like it has. nothing
simply knowing you’re in a maze doesn’t get you out, but the fact is the foundation
love me past the edges, stances and masks, deeper than i know things.
reflecting on the moment before, would be useful only were it not already perfect.
so, come on then, brilliant one, see, i’ve been waiting for you with eyes
here in the middle of the bottom of the lie how obvious
if i stub my fucking toe it’s their fault so say i, and who could argue? you almost
lie still. be quiet. please understand what happens so, next time
may be too onerous a task for those not starving. lucky
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