(2014)
the conquering child turns 50, gets the gag out its mouth, says here i am. let’s play now
i love you for the doubt you show me still possible in this body where you show me
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love does not beat on doors, beg at tables. it is always
there are never really any angels in god’s company, it really just pretends them
now, I’m no Bukowski but my friends who don’t like poet… except his stuff, tell me they like mine, and I can drink like a drinking machine
we were all talking, things taking shape as they do, when someone said, be desireless, like that is at all a thing people
my spirit sings to you, clears and quickens. losing you is impossible
a few hundred million dying days later he emerges into crazy
yeah, the contract the social one, so long ago supposedly agreed to, we were born instead into. what
does a king come ready– made, or doesn’t he emerge from a prince once a frog, and aren’t you
I understand the tattoo now “VERITAS” on your wrist, only there because it is entirely absent everywhere else.
I just felt what I think I’ll feel always, once we’ve finally met, and share this cool space, like an open secr… It felt like all my favorite songs…
this being we are, delights in all things, yes but is held breathless
reflecting on the moment before, would be useful only were it not already perfect.