SILVER |
SILVER
DEDICATED TO G.A.C.
I see I will have to spend awhile
convincing you what a lovely color silver is
as we reach across years to love each other
reaching like Michaelangelo's god
touching his Ad...
Posted by on Wed, 16 Jan 2008 10:39:00 GMT |
WHAT BLOOD IS MADE OF |
WHAT BLOOD IS MADE OF
I'm always told that blood is thicker than water
but what if your family relations
are homophobic anachronistic disintegrations
and all you left with is Kool-Aid colored snot for...
Posted by on Sun, 16 Dec 2007 15:03:00 GMT |
NEW POETRY |
BWV 81 (AFTER JS BACH)
Jesus sleeps, what then should my hope be?
Here in this storm
without light
how sable these clouds
these be the small I see myself
the racism setting fire to this world
and the ...
Posted by on Tue, 06 Nov 2007 17:21:00 GMT |
Warriors Couplets |
WARRIOR'S COUPLETS
(Dedicated to Those who Fight Homophobia, Racism and Misogyny...With the knowledge that they are all the same)
Arm. Scream. Pray. Fight.
Closet not safe anymore.
War is at your door...
Posted by on Thu, 11 Oct 2007 19:08:00 GMT |
Poetry |
BWV 26 (AFTER J.S. BACH)
How fleeting, how empty
He might not live
Isn't he a pretty baby boy? He look just like his daddy mymy
"Son, I'm leaving...."
is the life of man
first crush stomach-knots lunc...
Posted by on Mon, 01 Oct 2007 18:15:00 GMT |
Too Many Things |
TOO MANY THINGS
What can I say about him
my words shallow like puddles in Chicago potholes
I can barely breathe in his nearness
He's too many things
Black Beauty personified
unhomogenized
unafraid to ...
Posted by on Wed, 19 Sep 2007 18:03:00 GMT |
Poetry |
THE CONTEMPLATION OF DARKNESS
(DEDICATED TO THE HOLY INNOCENTS----SAME GENDER LOVING BROTHERS WHO ARE VICTIMS OF SUICIDE)
How sable these threads be
in these woods there are shards of hope
sliver...
Posted by on Tue, 11 Sep 2007 12:12:00 GMT |
Poetry |
A MAN'S TROUBLE
Excuse me Miss
You're standing on my dick
I do have use for it
even if I don't want to use it on you
Please confer with your sisters in arms
I need to know what y'all have decided femi...
Posted by on Thu, 06 Sep 2007 18:10:00 GMT |
Poetry |
EBONY EROTIKON
(Dedicated To My Spiritual Blood The Brothers of St. Martin's SGL Group)
My boys is all beautiful
every one
My own beauty they gave me
When the mirror of my own soul too cloudy to see
...
Posted by on Wed, 05 Sep 2007 19:24:00 GMT |
Poetry |
MANY THOUSAND GONE
No more closet for me
No more. No More.
Many thousand gone.
My closet empty like Christ's tomb
I took hold of the resurrection and to my own fear
spoke doom
My feet steady. My futu...
Posted by on Wed, 15 Aug 2007 18:26:00 GMT |
