it’s great
my gosh
a shift shaper

donated my brain
to the underworld
my blood to a poem

24 seven and
no time
only stood up

rich on a planet
you can not understand

this is goodbye
never spoken
there are no words
left

when we shared
when it was written
when we laughed
didn’t see it ending

now i do
now i will
now i know
now is forgotten

drawn together by air

wakes up
feeling
like a human being
a bother

a contribution
on top of that
breast feed
overweight

where is the connection
the evidence
the headline
the death of death
life
constant urgent
and wonderful

gratitude permanent

licks herself clean
does not shower

by the time
it’s over
we will be finished

keep hoping
keep praying
keep regretting
just keep

going

the group
has the power of
the individual

she dressed
like a man
while
i dressed
like a woman
and
we both knew
how to act

slightly concerned
now we are ready
can talk and sing
come see us
i
won’t be here

make an appointment
for
the hostage situation
involves thanksgiving
surrounded by the stuffing

how do i reach you
when
you are not here

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religion and commercials
for the homemade

lord
you are beautiful

was it a dream
did it really happen
love and beyond passion
both sides
of different things
and we got to play
in the garden
with the ardor poems
joy and sorrow

i cry
when the phone rings
because i know
it will never be
you

here to clap
until tomorrow
when
the sun shines
everything evolving
a painting
almost
done

take charge and
get
in control
with some dignity