I know
I know
You are not my type
To put it mildly
With your
Starched suit and
Neatly knotted tie
Next to which a small tag
Proclaims you as my
Brother
That Bible that Book
Those words in your hand
Proclaim me as your
Enemy your
Cause your
Soul to save Continue reading Worship →

eyes glaze at the screen with my image staring back
my upper lip is stiff (and sore from biting)
i feel strange today like
strange is the median point of my conscious state
this strange fruit from a northern tree
grew to ripeness in the shade of magnolias

i am so sick of the beautiful people
sick of knowing the names of the ones in the magazines
being just as alive in the same damn world
but invisible like a ghost
on film
Continue reading Thick Skinned →

the sky is grey slate
and i am thinking about change.
there is beauty in these imperfections,
the scattered leaves littered on the steps
the days of stubble on my cheek
the inertia that grips me on uncertain days.
the flakes fall now thicker and thicker
and i cannot hide in fear.
this is natural, just as
shivering when cold
laughing when tickled
crying when injured. Continue reading Wabi-Sabi →

i am #0040466866.
a possibility in my pocket…
march 4 2002
might not change my life.
already the bell has been rung–
dorje sacred cleansing thunderbolt
striking goddess shakti bowl of life.
i live like thunder
flash like lightning
now is stillness as before a storm. Continue reading Either/Or →

i was in the basement that morning
when the country shook
and three shots got heard
around the world
while a fourth thudded dully
into the flesh of the earth
but there i was
in the basement and safe
from the outside world
devoid of dangers
from planes
or terror
or information Continue reading Just A Word →

(for AFB)

and so one morning i came down to this:
him laying there in the half-light,
his nakedness barely creeping from under the cloth,
face frozen like seraphim in stained glass–
and i, who would lie down in the filth of the ages;
recalling other times, places, temperatures,
and temperaments,
thinking fondly of times less distinct,
i might then have closed the door
to forsake the cold life outside,
covering his familiar innocence
in a blanket of warmth
from my heart– Continue reading Upon Discovery Of Him, Unconscious →

lifting the weight
pressed across my chest
is the only way to forget–
your walls were too high here for me
but the screens, too thin for you.
so in a fury of vintage clothing
and guarded spaces,
you trundled back
across the country
leaving a feeling,
never-really-tried. Continue reading Gold Rush →

white rabbit sits and watches time run past,
sees the parade reeling down the rabbit-hole.
he hops nervously from foot to foot,
checks his watch,
and ponders how people come and go
in the strangest ways
here. Continue reading Menagerie →

a hand that cannot touch,
a life that cannot hide,
a kiss that cannot happen
because reality is distance.
tasks i cannot perform,
feelings i cannot tell,
a heart that cannot beat
for whoever i wish.
if life is lived by limitations
it might end
by accident.

this song always makes me think of you, now.

maybe it will forever:
today as she plays i can still remember her voice on the television as we kissed and kissed and kissed some more.

i spent two hours on Napster trying to find the songs that played as you slept next to me, snoring softly in post-coital contentment.
your skin. god, your skin. Continue reading Because It’s Pop →