simply knowing you’re in a maze doesn’t get you out, but the fact is the foundation
something you need makes you its bitch, yes even as it isn’t coming, no when love stands you up & all the more sweet
i love you for the doubt you show me still possible in this body where you show me
the conquering child turns 50, gets the gag out its mouth, says here i am. let’s play now
love me past the edges, stances and masks, deeper than i know things.
I dream sometimes you surprise me and it is surprising that I don’t immediately realize I’m dreaming
the center holds itself still that rockets believably may be seen exploding in all directions from somewhere vaguely
yes, there is a gap between us always has been now it is
first fruits hardly a handful, the garden
I understand the tattoo now “VERITAS” on your wrist, only there because it is entirely absent everywhere else.
was all stupid. you weren’t that entertaining. i find it all only sad now, that
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 the things that make me become better only music is unlike surgery
just start over not so much like anything was particularly
may be too onerous a task for those not starving. lucky
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