Last Confession for a While
I don't want to fight, not truly
It's just easier to curl a hand into a fist
Than it is to hold it out and open,
Unfolded like a flower
It becomes habit, hackles raised,
Hissing and growling at the entire world

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Last Confession for a While
I don't want to fight, not truly
It's just easier to curl a hand into a fist
Than it is to hold it out and open,
Unfolded like a flower
It becomes habit, hackles raised,
Hissing and growling at the entire world
Augmented
I was born inadequate
Vision so weak, I should have been blind
Body so frail, I should have been dead
The plastic lenses were inadequate, too
The flesh lacking while the spirit screamed for more
But God never made a mistake so grand
That enough money couldn't fix it
A demon of glass and metal
It lives like a being fitted out
With a mind and soul
Yet it is nevertheless not human
Tatanka Tanka
Salt-scent and gates of
Gold. We knew golden oceans,
Amber waves of grain.
We were never meant for this,
But isn't it kind of nice?
Mermaid
Seiren, the last thing of substance I said to you was “Hello”
It's all been downhill ever since,
Every other word to escape my lips
A piece of fruit that has rotted on the vine
But was plucked and delivered anyway
Were I not dumb, I would sing to you
The notes conveying what my words cannot
(Your skin is pale and soft
I want to kiss it
I imagine you wet)
Knock-down, Drag-out
Cracked knuckles and split lips,
This is our dance. Pulling hair,
Bruising egos, building up
Ourselves and tearing each
Other down. “Here is why
I'm right. Let me show you
Everywhere you're wrong.”
I'm never so happy
As when we spar
Coffee
Tar water, heal me
Breathe life into this machine
Wind me up again
Death Metal Angel
I name you angel, for I know you must
Be (ethereal with an alien
tongue, your body like a vision of lust
And blood.) I call you a valkyrie, venom-
Tipped blade in one hand, the other a fist
Raised to the sky, pumping, punctuating
Every laugh and snarl that flows from your lips.
From the pit, I watch you ascend, soaring
On the backs of lesser creatures, combat
Boots launching you towards the lights of the stage.
Dís, ride the immortal energy that
We exude, embrace our joy and our rage.
I worship you, Goddess of Destruction,
Though you're a vision from a concussion
Ode to a Keyboard
This machine doesn't kill fascists
But it really pisses them off
Rat-a-tatting day and night
Fueled by nobility and banality
In equal measure
A weapon in the hands of
A supersoldier infused with
Caffiene and alcohol and
An overinflated sense of self
I see you through a scope darkly
Racist, sexist, pandering
Woefully ignorant
(I have been training my whole life
To put a letter through your heart)
Poem for Scott Keyes
Like an ancient adrift at sea
I knew I wanted to travel
Before I knew where I would go
I would feel the currents wash over me
I would let the winds take me where they willed
I would chase the stars to unknown lands
I would stand atop the globe
And I would make it spin with my own feet
Cube Dweller
In between long bouts of looking at nothing, staring unblinking
Into the void and listening to songs that were old when I was young,
I am thinking about our deaths. We work together to put names
To our fears: gun, knife, the inevitable entropic decay of
The universe. ('Tis a consummation to be devoutly wished.
Doing nothing is more freeing than pretending to do something.)
Voyeur
I cannot believe how beautiful
You are from a distance
How much more real you are
When I see you through a lens
Christmas Eve with Roger and Mark
Except for the quiet passenger
Who stayed behind,
There is nobody left here
The cool night air is curious,
Hungrily lapping the warmth
From our bodies, eager to see
Just how many licks it takes
To get to the center of a man
In these lonely moments,
My memories of you keep me warm
(The topography of your body)
(The shades of your skin)
(The harmonies of your laugh)
(The way we fit together
Folded like living origami)
Sitting shivering, I have placed them
All in a line, judged them one by one,
Weighed them carefully
And burned them in the furnace
(The night is bitter and cold,
You understand)
Sea Shanty
My body drifts
Across silent oceans of sleep,
Carried by strange winds
To a happy feral place
Where I'll meet a you
That doesn't exist,
All pearlescent hair and
Iridescent skin,
And I don't know when
I became an old man, but
I'm young enough yet
To throw another bottle overboard,
Thinking of
All the things I want
And how I'm going
To get them
Pantoum from a Stolen Line
From a pile of pieces of a person,
I have made art (like a madman, driven,
Locked away in a cell, feverishly
Hopeful as I struggle against my mind)
I have made art like a madman, driven
Because I lacked the strength to look inwards,
Hopeful as I struggle against my mind,
Swearing I'm fine, dripping blood on canvas
Because I lacked the strength to look inwards,
You held out your hand to me, fingers wide
(Swearing “I'm fine,” dripping blood.) On canvas
And on paper, I swore to honor you
You held out your hand to me, fingers wide.
Trembling, mumbling thanks, I opened myself,
And on paper I swore to honor you,
In awe of your strength, your grace, and kindness
Trembling, mumbling thanks, I opened myself.
This is what I'm doing: Like a monk, I'm
In awe of your strength, your grace and kindness
Working to create something greater still
This is what I'm doing: Like a monk, I'm
Locked away in a cell, feverishly
Working to create something greater still
From a pile of pieces of a person
Being Social
It took ten months but we finally
Had lunch together
Imagine what I'll be ready for
In a year
Isaiah
“The wolf shall dwell with the lamb”
And so it came to pass
You need not fear what shall pass next
But if you do fear, remember:
It is not the lamb that wonders
What the other tastes like
Blanket Objectification
From the pedestal to the grave
Oh, napped one, how far you've fallen
Your black body once bathed in flames
Now pilling because I'm not calling