2016
when (finally) we meet I’m thinking spring wildflowers will bloom on high
I just felt what I think I’ll feel always, once we’ve finally met, and share this cool space, like an open secr… It felt like all my favorite songs…
if ever someone is my dearest ear who hears my truth as theirs
lie still. be quiet. please understand what happens so, next time
we were all talking, things taking shape as they do, when someone said, be desireless, like that is at all a thing people
if i stub my fucking toe it’s their fault so say i, and who could argue? you almost
a few hundred million dying days later he emerges into crazy
the center holds itself still that rockets believably may be seen exploding in all directions from somewhere vaguely
stupid met crazy decided to have a baby or two... what else you gonna do?
simply knowing you’re in a maze doesn’t get you out, but the fact is the foundation
you are guilty of failing to love and understand me, like a dog is guilty of failing to speak or use
reflecting on the moment before, would be useful only were it not already perfect.
oh, and how it gets you these bastard assumptions, one or two commonalities
let’s put all the stupid things in a pile and call them “love” or “worry” or
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
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