El Gato Loco (The Crazy Cat) A tiny ball of orange fur, with matted eyes and flea-filled ears, we rescued her from sudden death beneath our tires. Mothered by a long little wiener and a gentle giant Boxer, she never knew she was…
Category: Marathon Poem
Written in Hour 2 – Dreamscape
Eyes closed in escape, mind wandering beyond truth, soul-searching sleep
Homogenic Love
Seeing the heterogenic realm of understanding in life Fallacy of encroachment leading to a myth story Underlying pointers seeing the points of a resolute Leaping in the heart of a man and a man Traversing a homogenic perspective Grasping into a…
Hour 9. (2019)
Der Untertan Der Jüngling hold durch die Peitsche erniedrigt bows his head as his obedience destroys him
The Giver
Poem 9 The Giver of knowledge, Of love, Of truth, The Giver of Age Of wisdom, Of youth. The Giver of Life Has given me all. He paid for my sins Through His death On the cross -h.e.m.
Promises
Remember in the springtime when the Rose’s were in bloom? The garden was soaked with rain drops, and was alive with their perfume. You promised me your heart, kissed my lips and promised we would never part. But as springtime turned to summer, and autumn…
From Selfhood to Being
Underlying layers of a person leading a self to be unearth Underneath circumstances leading to its own findings Fulfilling the dimensions of knowledge of a self Confounding tremors of exchanges forming into a being To transcend and to lead a path to his…
Nostalgic Claustrophobia (Hour 6)
A moment is all there is. A time long enough to choose, a word said, a face turning away. Trapped, in the air between your teeth, clenched breath unable to release all that was lost when the words were said, when those other words were…
Hour nine: Get the name right on my gravestone
If I get killed for reading trans poetry in coffeeshops, paint my name across the side of every building in the city. Make my boy-name your crowbar, and wedge it in tight underneath your statehouse. Etch each letter into stone, knowing the rain and wind…
Out of Step
The radio plays old rock and roll on the porch of a house overlooking the the same park your apartment does, albeit a different angle. One of the men, in hard hat and towel hung around his shoulders, walks through the yard to where one…