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.

Laugh Clown Laugh

Posted: August 24, 2018 in Uncategorized

Breathe easy boys
comic relief is here
to hustle away the pain
you’ll laugh till you cry
sweet irony the clown’s truest trick
facsimile tears of laughter
stenciled in place of real ones long shed.

Dusty tracks trailing
from an empty reservoir
forget the silly costume
look at my happy face
the eyes have it too
like sharp needles puncture pomposity
brightly colored balloons bursting in air.

Satire is the sincerest form of evisceration
there’s no other way for me
to face showing you the truth
so I do a little dance in floppy shoes
sing a silly song of nonsense lyrics
forget everything I ever did
just remember you laughed till it hurt.

The First Spark

Posted: August 12, 2018 in Uncategorized

Yeah yeah we get it we just don’t care
astonished by the lack of comprehension
fundamentally it’s a problem of awareness
I cannot look into your eyes without revealing myself.

The world behind those eyes can be a fearful place
a dark chasm into which I have tossed love
and fear tears and laughter and all manner of regard
mere fuel for the fire that lights your eyes.

I sparked the first flame when I planted myself in your gaze
thinking if there is to be light we must build this blaze together
better to see one another with more clarity and detail
take my hand show me how we can do this in the dark.

Patterns

Posted: August 9, 2018 in Uncategorized

I was thinking about patterns
when I took a break from my devices
scientific ways to detect a quantum of truth
demonstrable theorems replicable results
such methods are reassuring.

The fundamental need
to understand ourselves
groping in darkness
dimly lit by glowing solar winds –
stardust!

This is how we apprehend our limitations
this is how we learn to come back for more
how we make ourselves comfortable
inside the hollows we have excavated in our hearts
resting assured the mind is a wonderful thing.