(2014)
may be too onerous a task for those not starving. lucky
if you enjoy this pain, all expressions of it, being here compiled, then, yes enjoy them, but
lie still. be quiet. please understand what happens so, next time
unspeakable dearth of nutrient the cause of the complaint, lack of the sweet titmilk of human connection,
shut my eyes and squeeze my demand, the point of a spear. what will happen.
love does not beat on doors, beg at tables. it is always
why is nothing i can do now. where it went. what that echo means, if anything
was all stupid. you weren’t that entertaining. i find it all only sad now, that
so, i’m in this spiritual war. maybe you aren’t, but i am. many great losses
you are guilty of failing to love and understand me, like a dog is guilty of failing to speak or use
just listen the trees drink silly.. I work i work that day the not
just remember we are so much more than words. shadows are beautiful too but let’s not
here in the middle of the bottom of the lie how obvious
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
god is unwelcome in suburbia, the cells are too comfortable there, & love rests best under stars.
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