unspeakable dearth of nutrient the cause of the complaint, lack of the sweet titmilk of human connection,

something you need makes you its bitch, yes even as it isn’t coming, no when love stands you up & all the more sweet

was all stupid. you weren’t that entertaining. i find it all only sad now, that

we go walking around walking all over this town nothing ever getting us down cause we’re just a couple of clown…

does a king come ready– made, or doesn’t he emerge from a prince once a frog, and aren’t you

the center holds itself still that rockets believably may be seen exploding in all directions from somewhere vaguely

here’s a story. it may even be true. where i come from nothing ever sucks, so i

we were all talking, things taking shape as they do, when someone said, be desireless, like that is at all a thing people

no means no. no response means no. (everyone knows maybe means nothing

i could not conceive of such beauty, it had to hit me like it has. nothing

god is unwelcome in suburbia, the cells are too comfortable there, & love rests best under stars.