better fucking eat it all up. time is getting drunk & may puke, be rude, before finally
being drawn back unlike a bowstring but down and in as water finds the lowest
I love how you talk Down to everyone In your poems Which, unlike fiction Are not covered
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
cool this angst some with beer, amazing how it works, three in and suddenly ashamed that i could hate
simply knowing you’re in a maze doesn’t get you out, but the fact is the foundation
stupid met crazy decided to have a baby or two... what else you gonna do?
the very idea that i could be
i love you for the doubt you show me still possible in this body where you show me
this being we are, delights in all things, yes but is held breathless
yes, i’m saying sunshine & rainbows will flow from your heart & other lovely places like living liquid
finally, without knowing it was coming, he got to die. it was great. like a birthday party clown, he was equally the center
liking to say things, all kinds of things, mostly about the way things seem
reflecting on the moment before, would be useful only were it not already perfect.