Phantom Lover

Posted: September 23, 2018 in Uncategorized

His features were soft and formless
he was permeable
it was easy to pour love into him.
The closer you came to him
the more formless his features appeared.

There was a gravitational pull of the heart
love seeming a natural and irresistible reaction.
My face resting on a frown
could not help but smile
my arms hanging at my side as if weighted

could but rise in embrace.
He was open and easy
and that made him seem stranger.
I felt I had known him my entire life.
He subsumed my cares in laughter

he eased my fears
simply being in the room near me.
I wanted to remain there with him
but day was summoning
like a call to arms

and my eyes slowly opening.
Sleep was ending.
With regret and a sense of loss
I knew it was time to rise
up again into myself.

I Opt Out

Posted: September 20, 2018 in Uncategorized

Reformatted for our protection?
Just show us your content uncensored
we will sit on our fat asses remote in hand
pushing buttons passing judgment.

Lean into next door dot com doing for communities
what social media has done for friends and family
discussion can become fractious
I opt out it’s a knack.

Deftly balancing ignorance and apathy
trick is to appear guileless and untroubled
bliss is the best revenge
if handled correctly consequences are unilateral.

Self-harm for the sake of selflessness
if I am here now I cannot be there then
in the spaces I no longer inhabit
I find freedom when I unplug and exit.

Need for Laughter

Posted: September 15, 2018 in Uncategorized

Is it manic
this need for laughter?
It’s how I understand
we are honestly together
in the same place

at the same time.
It’s the closest to oneness
we ever seem to come
barring physical intimacy
which is not always called for

or desirable
often inappropriate.
Sometimes
I look into your eyes
I can see no laughter.

If I cannot see laughter
I feel hopelessness
wariness
weariness.
It is to laugh

or else we cry.
When we laugh
we laugh together.
When we cry
we cry alone.

Are flowers that spring from black earth
fertilized by corpses of murdered gay people
more colorful more elegant brighter and vivid
does soil nourished by blood of martyrs bear sweeter fruit?

We sacrifice to a hungry God hopeful He will not devour us
kill in the name of love because we are righteous
bound to uphold the will of a virtuous idea
with God on our brains and fear in our hearts we can do no wrong.

Hear our song battle hymn of the republic for which we stand
a caliphate of hate a shining jewel-encrusted city upon seven hills
a peoples’ paradise where glorious green gardens are well tended
the soil saturated with rich decay of fresh skeletons.

 

Numbers Don’t Lie

Posted: September 8, 2018 in Uncategorized

We are a sublime combination of mathematics and art
only if a counterclockwise motion does not make you queasy.

Intellectually speaking it’s a simple concept
your mind it refuses to grasp resist science at your peril.

Numbers don’t lie we lie together and to each other
our bodies cut an elegant angle.

Our embrace defines an exquisite alignment
anatomy and geometry in motion.

We come together in an intersection
brain and body pleasure and principle pushing and pulling.

If we peer into one another’s eyes we can share the same data
but I can only show you truth with my heart.

The Howling

Posted: September 1, 2018 in Uncategorized

I’m just trying to make a point
about biology and gender and behavior
excuse me for having an original thought
don’t mistake this for madness.

You always want to make it about me
i’m just an example a representative
i’m typical like that
like what you see is what you are.

Maybe some unique features
devil maybe in the details
but a contract is a contract
we are what we agreed to be.

I’m just trying to explain
best i can offer analysis
do what you will did my part
made my report left a record of sorts.

One biography
pretty much like any other
if you believe in confession
it’s your own guilt telling you a story.

About how they cast stones lit pyres
more useless acts of self-immolation
what difference did difference make
howling of a frustrated stutterer.

He could not make himself understood
fast enough to extinguish torches
calm village ire friend and lover alike
seems in the end i failed you all.

Life Is a Busy Affair

Posted: August 30, 2018 in Uncategorized

Life is a busy affair
a three-ring kaleidoscope
of chance circumstance and consciousness
a particle accelerator of possibilities.

We forget to breathe
agape to one degree or another
we can either distract ourselves
or settle in by the hearth
hope dark angels pass over us.

That one rose-patterned china cup
a tiny chip on its rim – it keeps us sane
we clutch and sip and pass the time
chatting familiarly amongst ourselves.

The good sun
turns lace curtains into dark webbing
a clue we are trapped here.

We prey upon one another only because
it has been sanctioned by kinship
it’s a risk too to step outside.

Enclosed spaces compress each hour
rooms we inhabit may be vast machines
that feel cozy only on the inside.

In truth they encompass complex clockworks
spinning gears and swinging pendula.
Without walls the experiment seems doomed to fail

even as the mechanism continues to grind
a mill producing a surplus of excess
bulk without nourishment.

Those of us who feed from this trough
are forced to find true sustenance
and so we go out into the fields with plow shears.