(2014)
the very idea that i could be
of course it is not about you. you have to know this, like baby birds know worms come with mother’s return,
excuse me, i thought you were also the center of a fractal
my spirit sings to you, clears and quickens. losing you is impossible
reflecting on the moment before, would be useful only were it not already perfect.
leaning into, not against it. no, decidedly for, yes, always that, no matter
we go walking around walking all over this town nothing ever getting us down cause we’re just a couple of clown…
no means no. no response means no. (everyone knows maybe means nothing
so, i’m in this spiritual war. maybe you aren’t, but i am. many great losses
stupid met crazy decided to have a baby or two... what else you gonna do?
cool this angst some with beer, amazing how it works, three in and suddenly ashamed that i could hate
if ever someone is my dearest ear who hears my truth as theirs
the conquering child turns 50, gets the gag out its mouth, says here i am. let’s play now
like bell bottoms or disco but we need it to think i’m dead
I understand the tattoo now “VERITAS” on your wrist, only there because it is entirely absent everywhere else.