(2014)
simply knowing you’re in a maze doesn’t get you out, but the fact is the foundation
like bell bottoms or disco but we need it to think i’m dead
got the sex drive of 15 young bulls, but the women are all scared.
unspeakable dearth of nutrient the cause of the complaint, lack of the sweet titmilk of human connection,
leaning into, not against it. no, decidedly for, yes, always that, no matter
reflecting on the moment before, would be useful only were it not already perfect.
the conquering child turns 50, gets the gag out its mouth, says here i am. let’s play now
yes, darling you should come & take care of me, someone has to, & you
let’s put all the stupid things in a pile and call them “love” or “worry” or
just start over not so much like anything was particularly
better fucking eat it all up. time is getting drunk & may puke, be rude, before finally
yeah, the contract the social one, so long ago supposedly agreed to, we were born instead into. what
I will meet you in the open air, & pet your pony’s nose. You will be
does a king come ready– made, or doesn’t he emerge from a prince once a frog, and aren’t you
when (finally) we meet I’m thinking spring wildflowers will bloom on high