I have spent my life tapping the bricks between the two bathrooms, waiting for some magical world to reveal itself. I have avoided eye contact in the mirror with myself & others, taken off my pronoun buttons before going into the bathroom. Bless…
Category: Marathon Poem
Hour 18: Dear Old Age and Dear Jesus
Dear Old Age, You scare me You’re the only thing that truly does Death isn’t the problem It’s the slow decline on the way there It’s the decay The disappointment The endless letting go so much work Dear Jesus, I suspect you’ve been reborn,…
prompt 22: Dear Peddlers of Chocolate,
Dear Peddlers of Chocolate, I have to take a second to tell you that you are a hazard. Your wares are worse than crack or flesh or slangers of “happy pills” made to make us forget ourselves and how we hurt. My beautiful waist…
Roads
Roads not only take you to destination They become your companion too They give you new people Show you new places Becomes your confusion Gives you solution too The roads not taken Are best friends They give you rare gems A path not only leading…
So What?
Anger spikes for a moment, then fades. Yes, it’s awful – so what? Joy floods in like sunshine, then cools. Yes, it’s lovely – so what? Fear’s icy grip is powerless, too. Yes, it’s deadly – so what? Depression’s letting nothing past The emptiness of…
prompt 21: pools of colour
pools of colour these rainy streets feel like Christmas when streets are dressed in light like whores on their days off waiting for a new date: all flash no fantasy. these night bus rides make me sad: the farther I get from…
Hour nineteen: Apology: masculinity
my masculinity hits my giggle with a shovel & churns it into mud and gravel. it runs a thick hand down my stomach & turns the mirror away, cracks open my bones & sucks out the please and thank you. when a man grabs…
Gentle Mockery
There goes the wit wit wit of the bird’s call “Zhe ge dong xi” Foreign murmurs The creak of the ceiling fan Clatters of various keyboards Breath blown across the surface of hot coffee A cacophony Under the sign that has a finger to its…
Prompt 22/Dear Democracy
Dear Democracy It’s been awhile since anyone – except for Colbert – has said so, but you are missed. You have so many well wishers, but some of them have the wrong visiting hours. Or, are sitting in attendance for someone who claims to speak…
Distance (Poem #18)
I’m millions of miles away I’m on my own adventure I’m learning new things Another language Things about myself I’m growing And yet At the start and finish The beginning and end Of every single day I can’t help it I become completely overtaken My…