I love how you talk Down to everyone In your poems Which, unlike fiction Are not covered
i could not conceive of such beauty, it had to hit me like it has. nothing
why is nothing i can do now. where it went. what that echo means, if anything
if ever someone is my dearest ear who hears my truth as theirs
just remember we are so much more than words. shadows are beautiful too but let’s not
love does not beat on doors, beg at tables. it is always
i keep smiling forgetting to remember to stop myself.
I will meet you in the open air, & pet your pony’s nose. You will be
cool this angst some with beer, amazing how it works, three in and suddenly ashamed that i could hate
something you need makes you its bitch, yes even as it isn’t coming, no when love stands you up & all the more sweet
let’s put all the stupid things in a pile and call them “love” or “worry” or
if i stub my fucking toe it’s their fault so say i, and who could argue? you almost
yes, i’m saying sunshine & rainbows will flow from your heart & other lovely places like living liquid
got the sex drive of 15 young bulls, but the women are all scared.
does a king come ready– made, or doesn’t he emerge from a prince once a frog, and aren’t you
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