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God was a big eye
it took up all the sky
it stared and stared and
pondered till tears poured out
it's eyes. Then the blood came
and the goosh out
Manna was had by all
In every seed
Greatness.
it took up all the sky
it stared and stared and
pondered till tears poured out
it's eyes. Then the blood came
and the goosh out
Manna was had by all
In every seed
Greatness.
13/30
Each day the table that holds my debris
from daily living clears inch by sacred
inch. My head clears and I think of cleaning
the kitchen and bathroom because it all
comes clean with time and persistance. I see
a time when it will be clear and we shall
dine upon it sipping tea with our smoke
and laughing because with time all things heal.
from daily living clears inch by sacred
inch. My head clears and I think of cleaning
the kitchen and bathroom because it all
comes clean with time and persistance. I see
a time when it will be clear and we shall
dine upon it sipping tea with our smoke
and laughing because with time all things heal.
12/30
You don't
have to be a grandpa
so drive faster.
Proceed with caution
and have fun.
Bored?
End the Turtle domination
Reach for the Bunny!
have to be a grandpa
so drive faster.
Proceed with caution
and have fun.
Bored?
End the Turtle domination
Reach for the Bunny!
Dealbreakers
Cassius is deep in thought as he ponders his dealbreakers -- what are the things that he cannot deal with in another? He thinks and thinks. He walks around campus and puzzles and looks at the hot guys and finding himself in the courtyard of the food court, realized he must be hungry.
The choices were less than idea, but in the end, he decided on Chicken Chew Cat -- he thought it had a certain ring to it.
Right away, he noticed a young cashier and busied himself with stratagem -- how was he going to make sure he was with the cute guy and not the busted dude who kept wiping his dripping nose with the back of his hand leaving glistening translucent slime slicks on his skin.
"May I take your order, Sir?" The cashier smiled. As he smiled, Cassius intoned a planned order turned cold -- Cassius was no longer interested as he found his first dealbreaker in the cashier's smile: He cannot have less teeth than I have in my head. More or equal, but not less.
*****
11/30
Chest
3.
Looking at cars I think
to ask your father to come with me.
I imagine him standing there
arms folded about his belly
but then I wonder why am I asking
this man to be my father
when I am a fatherless child
(and proud of it)?
Am I caught in that thinking
where I believe what is yours
is mine even after we aren't we anymore?
He is not my father although I have
called him "Dad" for nearly 15 years
and I quibble and I waver and I worry?
I was never supposed to be on these shores
David is long and gone
so is Freddy. Rufus came
but he was too late, I was past grown.
Ernie washed his hands of me before
they could ever mold me.
And I called Tim "Dad"
for fifteen years and worry
(WORRY!) he wouldn't
wanna come look at a car with me?
He would, too.
After all,
He's been calling me "Son"
for nearly 15 years.
3.
Looking at cars I think
to ask your father to come with me.
I imagine him standing there
arms folded about his belly
but then I wonder why am I asking
this man to be my father
when I am a fatherless child
(and proud of it)?
Am I caught in that thinking
where I believe what is yours
is mine even after we aren't we anymore?
He is not my father although I have
called him "Dad" for nearly 15 years
and I quibble and I waver and I worry?
I was never supposed to be on these shores
David is long and gone
so is Freddy. Rufus came
but he was too late, I was past grown.
Ernie washed his hands of me before
they could ever mold me.
And I called Tim "Dad"
for fifteen years and worry
(WORRY!) he wouldn't
wanna come look at a car with me?
He would, too.
After all,
He's been calling me "Son"
for nearly 15 years.
10/30
Chest
2.
I knew.
Yami knew, too.
Yet I was determined
and she knows a battle lost
and so I plunged headfirst
in you, Ben and sentimentality
and memory.
You are a Kate Bush song
talking about
"this could never be mine".
You are my gay messiah
lifted up from my 12 year old fantasies
ass-wiggling in my head
I pray at every alter
and you take the adoration
when I let you know your feet
are indeed made of clay
you sprint, but you should have
I am probably too real for you.
It wasn't right and
I am glad you ran
back to your common law wife.
I came out for a reason.
And it was not to be
with any man
with a wife.
Common or otherwise.
2.
I knew.
Yami knew, too.
Yet I was determined
and she knows a battle lost
and so I plunged headfirst
in you, Ben and sentimentality
and memory.
You are a Kate Bush song
talking about
"this could never be mine".
You are my gay messiah
lifted up from my 12 year old fantasies
ass-wiggling in my head
I pray at every alter
and you take the adoration
when I let you know your feet
are indeed made of clay
you sprint, but you should have
I am probably too real for you.
It wasn't right and
I am glad you ran
back to your common law wife.
I came out for a reason.
And it was not to be
with any man
with a wife.
Common or otherwise.
9/30
Chest
1.
When I was young
and a man offered his heart to me
I was never unkind.
Not to the man who proclaimed himself
Chocolate Queen with a grin --
I almost applauded.
I gave him a chance
at a real romance
and still found him wanting.
But I was never mean.
Not to the man who, upon leaving,
told me I needed to procure him
new ass.
Not to the man who
finally found the courage to talk
to me after stalking me
all Summer --
he even knew where I lived
and I lived off grid.
Not to the man
who screamed Hallelujah
and said, "You may be a bitch
in the streets, but you sho is a man
in the sheets"
because that's what you wanna hear
when you are deep deep
and doing your
I bedded them all well
and I bid them goodbye kindly.
You...
You I cannot figure out.
You say I am them
and you are me.
You are not kind
yet you don't bid me goodbye.
And having just grown gills
I'll have to longer wait for legs.
(it would only
be much later my dick would lose
attention -- then, my feelings and it
were separate)
1.
When I was young
and a man offered his heart to me
I was never unkind.
Not to the man who proclaimed himself
Chocolate Queen with a grin --
I almost applauded.
I gave him a chance
at a real romance
and still found him wanting.
But I was never mean.
Not to the man who, upon leaving,
told me I needed to procure him
new ass.
Not to the man who
finally found the courage to talk
to me after stalking me
all Summer --
he even knew where I lived
and I lived off grid.
Not to the man
who screamed Hallelujah
and said, "You may be a bitch
in the streets, but you sho is a man
in the sheets"
because that's what you wanna hear
when you are deep deep
and doing your
I bedded them all well
and I bid them goodbye kindly.
You...
You I cannot figure out.
You say I am them
and you are me.
You are not kind
yet you don't bid me goodbye.
And having just grown gills
I'll have to longer wait for legs.
(it would only
be much later my dick would lose
attention -- then, my feelings and it
were separate)
8/30
Amazing
For days, I walked
holding lines in my head like
breath caught
in the cotton of my chest.
I was lost for ego
and memory --
could not decide which meant more.
Tonight, I thought, as I looked
in the mirror at my fine gorget
(to prevent the beheading),
"Sit down and write -- something
will come out."
It's like sleeping
if I lay down, I fall asleep.
Usually, I am up
moon-howling and tugging my bits
because my breath is caught
caught writing in my head
and it cannot meet paper
I don't value rehearsal
as much as impromptu
unless the rehearsed sounds natural
which takes talent and acting skills --
we all know what it is like to be a virgin --
we all know how to forget what we know
marbles twinkling down the stairs
and when I sit to write the rehearsed
I am left with none of it, but that's ok:
I'm amazing.
And you're amazing, too.
For days, I walked
holding lines in my head like
breath caught
in the cotton of my chest.
I was lost for ego
and memory --
could not decide which meant more.
Tonight, I thought, as I looked
in the mirror at my fine gorget
(to prevent the beheading),
"Sit down and write -- something
will come out."
It's like sleeping
if I lay down, I fall asleep.
Usually, I am up
moon-howling and tugging my bits
because my breath is caught
caught writing in my head
and it cannot meet paper
I don't value rehearsal
as much as impromptu
unless the rehearsed sounds natural
which takes talent and acting skills --
we all know what it is like to be a virgin --
we all know how to forget what we know
marbles twinkling down the stairs
and when I sit to write the rehearsed
I am left with none of it, but that's ok:
I'm amazing.
And you're amazing, too.
7/30
Let me get this straight
you wanna fuck a guy
who has been fucked
by any number of guys
and their loads are still all
up his butt.
For what?
4-14-13
you wanna fuck a guy
who has been fucked
by any number of guys
and their loads are still all
up his butt.
For what?
4-14-13