2.15.10
In my house six pillars wide
In my house six pillars wide, I was born a patriot
Emerged from America’s womb, a chamber lukewarm and overly sweetened like de Tocqueville’s breakfast tea
I suckled off the sweat of proletariat’s brow until I learned my trade,
And I worked and served under the white whip of Washington himself
When I was old enough,
I crossed over the seas
I hunted for the lost
The weak
The ones of mankind who were unhappy.
The ones who were empty
Who had no work, and who had no pride
I could offer them pennies and purchases
I could offer them ribbons and the rudimentary arts of technology
I could make them happy.
I walked into the factory of despotism
Swarms of orphans marinating in their own filth,
Like a swamp stew boiled down by the Totalitarian fire
A little boy without an arm
An immobile smile on his face
happiness defied it’s boundaries
My own smile turned stale
And I felt defeat in my heart
I could not give him anything.
I could see all his crooked teeth.
The teeth that would fall with no one to catch them
I heard myself say aloud: “I’ll come back for you.”
But I had no idea what it meant.
And I turned on my sterling heels and left the factory doors forever
12.09
The Exam
Oh male
Must we jeer at your biology?
Your blood, as loyal servant to your congress of dick, sprinting to the finish, reaching and stretching to attain a trophy of invisible gardenia
Your blood, your trusted servant, now your enemy- you must wage war against him
Use the shadows of your mind is a weapon, against the double entrondre that shames your trousers
it has no place here beneath a rubber glove under the florescent bulb of science
Pin it down with flashes of horror
Use your grandma, if you have to.
12.9.09
Turn the sheets
Take your courage from the empty bottle
Riddle me your eyes as you trace my face
Fake your tongue along the sliver of my lips
Lunar crest makes your finger tips turn silk
Now crawl slow in the autistic dark
So it feels real
Just once
Four years tail our pulsating breaths
Let’s conquer the moment
Grab ahold of modernity’s hips and kiss my legs
Afterall, we’re just citizens of the world
But go slow
So it feels real
Your sleepy bones slip in the river of my shoulder
You speak tenderness in the morning and it sedates my flesh
But my mind shifts unrestlessly with every excuse to find love between the light of the blinds
8.12. 09
Breanna
I see your eyes
They twitch, they curiously winden
they lock, they move into perfect position
And guide your body with each naïve movement you make
Each motion turning black and collecting like ash beneath your bed
Each motion an angry poison awakened with the dawn of knowledge
Dear infant, I plead with you don’t
But your delicate ears hear years too late,
and my plee is far faint
you love with all to loose
Beautiful woman, full of compassion
Your voice strikes clean beneath the mire
Dusty chords arise and arrange in the sky to play your song
It falls on my ears as I watch it awaken the past
A masquerading hero cries for justice
for he is the one responsible for this civil battle
And he fights till the end for his love
A fallen solider drowning in his nighttime sobs
Cuts and cuts beneath the surface bleeding inside out only tear faster
And the whiskey on his breath means medication
Beneath the sun, A king weeps for his daughter
And under the cloak moon, his wife hurts
6.17.09
The wake:
Blunder and grey as I sit up under the silk
If you were the devil, would I be naked?
Under the sips and propensity of ever tilting glass
Carbonated liquids down my drain
This night responds unfriendly to truth potion overdose
And I am ashamed
Lightly I unfurl the memories like smoke from a pipe they cloud around my and I choke within my small lungs
The touch of your skin stranger,
The touch of your tongue stranger,
The sting on our cold steel movements ruled together by the anarchy of animals
The words of brute sexual desire, lost but not useless, they peck at my ear, desiring to do the damage,
These indents are bigger than I can pretend.
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