Showing posts with label poem 14. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poem 14. Show all posts

Monday, January 19, 2015

The audacity to have desire unrequited


I challenge myself to look in the mirror while I'm fucking myself in the bathroom during the meeting
This, too, is called loving the world.
I challenge myself to fuck myself in the bathroom
in the bathroom during the meeting
looking at myself in the mirror, in the bathroom during the meeting.

Long heartlessless, crudely, ruthlessly, in every direction,
When I suspect non-reciprocation, in spite of the fact.
desire with your whole heart from a fleeting idea, a conversation.
the service to choose to want it the way you think it oughta want to.
saving both rage and strategy for politics
the bravery to want the world daily with all the pounds of your body.
The bravery in the face of loneless
to decide the world knows it wants me to want.


Artificial Heart


Thursday, January 15, 2015

LAST CALL


Make the object more central
than the topic –
bottle cap, coaster,
dilate the surface and
zoom in for clarity
It’s so hard
to have a
conversation

Wednesday, January 14, 2015

Rant: Over

Fugugly is one word in a rant.
Some racial epithet, another.
Racism is a weird one though,
the lone wolf,
drawing stereotypes,
hating stereotypes,
and positively bursting out of the skin of their own;
anything but to be.
i ask a gauging question
but you all stare down at the table
in silence
i say
i don't know how to interpret that
you all smile
the one who reassures me
is then the one most confused
seconds later
adults discuss literature
and a rolling stone article
ending in titty chips
oh, and i missed the premiere of that great show
because i'm going to bed 15 minutes before
it airs
saddened but
too tired to care

Pure intelligence

in spades,
knows how to switch the tables
and keep the night lasting
forever.