(2014)
here in the middle of the bottom of the lie how obvious
the conquering child turns 50, gets the gag out its mouth, says here i am. let’s play now
was all stupid. you weren’t that entertaining. i find it all only sad now, that
got the sex drive of 15 young bulls, but the women are all scared.
of the things that make me become better only music is unlike surgery
root it out the tiny bit left that says someone’s in charge not you. don’t let it live
if you enjoy this pain, all expressions of it, being here compiled, then, yes enjoy them, but
if ever someone is my dearest ear who hears my truth as theirs
stupid met crazy decided to have a baby or two... what else you gonna do?
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
reflecting on the moment before, would be useful only were it not already perfect.
I love how you talk Down to everyone In your poems Which, unlike fiction Are not covered
may be too onerous a task for those not starving. lucky
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…
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