(2014)
the conquering child turns 50, gets the gag out its mouth, says here i am. let’s play now
every story, especially those promising finally to grant the square hat with tassels, is a load of shit. the god which
we were all talking, things taking shape as they do, when someone said, be desireless, like that is at all a thing people
like bell bottoms or disco but we need it to think i’m dead
simply knowing you’re in a maze doesn’t get you out, but the fact is the foundation
if ever someone is my dearest ear who hears my truth as theirs
so, i’m in this spiritual war. maybe you aren’t, but i am. many great losses
may be too onerous a task for those not starving. lucky
there are never really any angels in god’s company, it really just pretends them
was all stupid. you weren’t that entertaining. i find it all only sad now, that
shall we turn down the covers, crawl inside? find there a place that’s been waiting for us, a vortex of sorts
of course it is not about you. you have to know this, like baby birds know worms come with mother’s return,
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
let’s put all the stupid things in a pile and call them “love” or “worry” or
why is nothing i can do now. where it went. what that echo means, if anything
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