(2014)
love does not beat on doors, beg at tables. it is always
stupid met crazy decided to have a baby or two... what else you gonna do?
we go walking around walking all over this town nothing ever getting us down cause we’re just a couple of clown…
reflecting on the moment before, would be useful only were it not already perfect.
shall we turn down the covers, crawl inside? find there a place that’s been waiting for us, a vortex of sorts
love me past the edges, stances and masks, deeper than i know things.
nobody goes mad on purpose, also never is it not shared,
bring me things to break myself upon till
simply knowing you’re in a maze doesn’t get you out, but the fact is the foundation
the very idea that i could be
something you need makes you its bitch, yes even as it isn’t coming, no when love stands you up & all the more sweet
liking to say things, all kinds of things, mostly about the way things seem
a breeze. already know what’s what. shut up. kiss her. shut up...
may be too onerous a task for those not starving. lucky
the conquering child turns 50, gets the gag out its mouth, says here i am. let’s play now