War of the Foxes

I prefer to blame others, it’s easier. King me.

You’d break your
heart to make it bigger, so why not crack your skull
when the mind swells. A thought bigger than your
own head.

Why take more than we need? Because we can.

I turned away
from darkness to see daylight, to see what would
happen. What happened? What does a man want?
Power.

No one wants to know what’s
in his head. It should be enough. To make something
beautiful should be enough. It isn’t. It should be.

—all these ghosts

come streaming down and sometimes I wish I had

something else.

The world doesn’t know

what to do with my love. Because it isn’t used to

being loved. It’s a framework problem. Disheartening?

Obviously. I hope it’s love. I’m trying really hard

to make it love.

If you don’t believe in the world it would be

stupid to paint it. If you don’t believe in God, then who

are you talking to

He is inside his body

and I am inside my body and it matters less and less

It isn’t

fair, the depth of my looking, the threat of my

looking