2016
yes, i’m saying sunshine & rainbows will flow from your heart & other lovely places like living liquid
a breeze. already know what’s what. shut up. kiss her. shut up...
lie still. be quiet. please understand what happens so, next time
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
of course it is not about you. you have to know this, like baby birds know worms come with mother’s return,
love does not beat on doors, beg at tables. it is always
just start over not so much like anything was particularly
webwomb’s not the maker of me. came into it as falling is done. down, only always
yeah, the contract the social one, so long ago supposedly agreed to, we were born instead into. what
just remember we are so much more than words. shadows are beautiful too but let’s not
leaning into, not against it. no, decidedly for, yes, always that, no matter
may be too onerous a task for those not starving. lucky
when (finally) we meet I’m thinking spring wildflowers will bloom on high
of the things that make me become better only music is unlike surgery
I will meet you in the open air, & pet your pony’s nose. You will be
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