December 2011
“It tastes so good I’ve seen your dreams and I wish you would I’ve seen your choice and it don’t taste so good Sucks the jaws and they won’t taste so good I’ve seen your drugs and the don’t look so good Suck the jaws like I wish you would”
“the plot of our life sweats in the dark like a face the mystery of childbirth, of childhood itself grave visitations what is it that calls to us? why must we pray screaming? why must not death be redefined? we shut our eyes we stretch out our arms and whirl on a pane of glass an afixiation a fix on anything the line of life the limb of a tree the hands of he and the promise that...
“You cared for me more,
Than I cared for you,”
Was all I could take,
It was all the mattered
