2016
so, come on then, brilliant one, see, i’ve been waiting for you with eyes
we go walking around walking all over this town nothing ever getting us down cause we’re just a couple of clown…
reflecting on the moment before, would be useful only were it not already perfect.
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
nobody goes mad on purpose, also never is it not shared,
just listen the trees drink silly.. I work i work that day the not
the center holds itself still that rockets believably may be seen exploding in all directions from somewhere vaguely
there are never really any angels in god’s company, it really just pretends them
yes, there is a gap between us always has been now it is
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…
god is unwelcome in suburbia, the cells are too comfortable there, & love rests best under stars.
man, it’s hard to come down from impossible hopes seemingly
yeah, the contract the social one, so long ago supposedly agreed to, we were born instead into. what
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
leaning into, not against it. no, decidedly for, yes, always that, no matter
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