Be aware.
Be wary.
Warfare will come
soon
but not as you might think.
It will be subtler,
weirder, with bewilderment
in its midst.
Beware.
Be prepared.
When the day comes
unsheath that
which is mightier than the sword
and attack
with mercy
with fear
and frustration.
Be understanding.
Be empowered.
Take charge
and take prisoners
and take the day.
Become why is necessary
on the day
you now know
will be.
GOLDEN
Turn off the speakers
the headphones
and the TV
and the rest.
Let no sounds escape tonight.
Close the curtains
don the sunglasses
shutter the stunning sunset.
Blind yourself to beauty.
Let no joy through on this day.
Let us wallow
Let us stink.
Happiness will come again
but not today.
Today
is for something else.
THIS BURGER (2)
This burger is well done.
This burger is rare.
This burger is salty, savory, strongly-spiced.
This burger is tasty, tender,terribly terrific!
This burger is old.
This burger is smelly.
This burger is greasy, gritty,
generally gross.
This burger has changedfor the worse.
This burger is rancid.
This burger has gotten rotten.
THE HUSK
The husk sits
rusting
In its body of water
without purpose
without use
without anyone seeking a ride.
The husk is alone
lonely,, the only moans escaping it
are from winds waving through
it’s empty carcass.
The husk,
already dead,
waits for its components
to melt away
feeding the sea.
The husk seems sad
sits alone,
rests in rust
and is beyond help
but maybe
could use a little respect.
They said you were dead
and I believed them
because I was never very good at research.
So I mourned you
and I prayed for your eternal soul
- though I don’t normally believe in any such thing
because, you know:
God’s foxhole?
And I wondered what words I would have shared
had I known they’d be our last.
None of this plagued me
because, you know,
life goes on
- for some of us -
and we hadn’t seem much of us
in recent times
and I moved on to other ideas.
So when I saw you
the other day
on the other street,
I didn’t realize at first
the miraculous nature
until I did
and then
I was speechless.
Not so now,
when I’ve recognized
how god it is to see you.
What’ve you been up to?
DISTANT
You have to distance yourself.
You have to give me room to breathe.
You have to let me think my way out of thisrationally
angstfully
sexlessly.
You have to put those legs
somewhere further away from my eyes
and lips
and my involuntarily thrusting pelvis.
I’m shaking here
with far too little control
to get myself safe.
I need to be away
before I do something regretful
and I can’t do it all
let aloe on my own.
Help me.
Douse me in ice water.
Talk about traffic jams
or your menstrual cycle
or just get the hell away from me
but do something
so I can regain control.
Please:
I’d beg
on ended knee
but
I can’t seem to get down.
MANTRA
"Listen to the winds
speak to you
of the soul’s mandate.
Take stock
of what you do not know
and pray that is someday
arrives to be what you love."
Huh.
That’s crap.
I cannot believe what a fucking twat that guy is.
This is what you chose
over me?
Unacceptable.
Unexplainable.
Unbelievable.
I cannot understand how much
I misread you
and have to wonder
about my own powers of observation if
in fact
I was able to be with someone
who would chose to be with someone
like your current boyfriend.
If you really
can listen to his bilge
and thing that you have any taste
any common sense
or hope of redemption,
then, I guess,
you really do belong together.
Apparently, you’ve taken stock of your soul
and learned
that the prattlings of a douchbag
is what you love.
More power to you.
I’m not ready to listen to the winds
because he blows
and you suck.
HISTORY OF STUPIDITY
God, why would you do that?
What made you think
that was a good choice
a safe choice
an impermanent choice?
Why did you think you could do that
and escape my wrath
safe and unscathed?
In the history of stupidity
there may be nothing
more notorious
than your last actions.
I will not forget what you’ve done
to me
shaming yourself
and forever staining every impression of you.
It’s fucked up what you did
and insensitive.
It may have been thoughtful
and it may have been giving,
but it was also dumb and selfish
and I will never forgive you
for leaving me this way.
If you were still here
I would scream so hard and tell you
I would never see you again
- even if you didn’t think that a punishment at all.
It is bullshit
what you’ve done
and you’re better than this
- or, you were.
Because I can’t say what your value is now.
After that humiliating stunt you pulled
all I can say is
how much less I think of you.
From now
until judgement
you are dead to me
because of your damned idiocy
and what you’ve done with it.
DIRECTION
When Dylan demolished Donovan
back in Don’t Look Back
he showed us all
- even those too young
to view the VHS tape -
what a great creator does
when facing an only adequate artist.
He blazed a banner of glory
and asserted his ascendancy
over all in his immediate environment.
And then he ravaged the reporters
and antagonized his audience.
Mr. D provided a model
as to how to act like a master
which is a false rhyme
of asshole,
probably a more accurate word
and one that Dylan would never deign to use
but then again,
I’m no master
and probably would have treated Donovan better.
JOY BOY
So, it turns out,
three of the boys I fucked
back in high school
have come out
as homosexual
which, if I’m being honest,
makes me really anxious.
If having sex with me
was enough to turn three
hot blooded American straighties
what does that say?
Do I turn boys to gay men?
What is wrong with me?
I am very uncomfortable
with this turn of events
am anxious about my activities
and am afraid
- sp very afraid -
of what this portends.
