(2014)
of the things that make me become better only music is unlike surgery
if i stub my fucking toe it’s their fault so say i, and who could argue? you almost
man, it’s hard to come down from impossible hopes seemingly
got the sex drive of 15 young bulls, but the women are all scared.
the conquering child turns 50, gets the gag out its mouth, says here i am. let’s play now
life and even one good thing– anything, a course in wonders becomes? no school, thanks not for me. no lesson one so likes declaring to find itself legs. no
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.
of course it is not about you. you have to know this, like baby birds know worms come with mother’s return,
root it out the tiny bit left that says someone’s in charge not you. don’t let it live
I love how you talk Down to everyone In your poems Which, unlike fiction Are not covered
shut my eyes and squeeze my demand, the point of a spear. what will happen.
if ever someone is my dearest ear who hears my truth as theirs
no means no. no response means no. (everyone knows maybe means nothing
if you enjoy this pain, all expressions of it, being here compiled, then, yes enjoy them, but