Poetry in 2010

limitless limitations not limited to our limiting- 01/27/10

pretty, luscious, full, pink, red, tasty, sexy

wanted, hunted, pursued, lusted after

you, me, three, four, her, them, us, we

naked, fucking, sexting, trading, swapping

buddy, friend, lover, husband, wife, mistress, slut, whore, boy, slave, master

what can we do to one another in the dark?

who are you in the light of day?

can’t it be the same?

shouldn’t it?

censor, distort, detach, marginalize, segregate, split

our Gemini culture

one as many

one as one to some and another to others

don’t you want to encompass as much as you can

trading old masks for new masks

trading one moral code for another

what do we know now?

we grow out of the gray area because we never learn to accept it

I am a fag, I am bi, I am straight, I am I am I am

oh sam

oh all the dead and injured

why aren’t you who we’d like you to be

sexy and distant

afraid of violence?

more afraid of not doing

of not seeing

of not feeling

how do we transcend these definitions

why can’t I kiss her and still fuck him?

why can’t we make love and it not involve our gender?

we all share differently…

all of these curves and contours

and I just want your mind….

your skin explains nothing

this pain in the ass accident scene- 02/26/10

we don’t feel it like we used to

maybe it’s growth

maybe the perspective changes to suit us

what if?

--the scars we have were never etched

--we didn’t love so fucked up

I love all of my fables—my peace trains—my romantic bleeding heart

the longer I live in this skin, this story—the more it encompasses

we are these connections—bursts of laughter, moments of sadness

casualty and success-- our worlds always playing out the inverse

couldn’t we just be?

-- a collection of everything

-- accept everything at once… good through bad?

we punish one another with our moralities, our ideals, our exceptions to the rules…

out from under the rug of someone else’s plan--- I’m sure I stole that line

but here I am. where are you?

this boy naked, bruised, on the table, flawed, good intentions, big heart, sound mind (most of the time), you get all of me—what would I hide?

what is my shame?

no here it is…. right the fuck here…. I’ve lied, cheated, stole, fucked without care, loved without concern, said things I didn’t mean to hurt someone, said things I did mean to hurt someone… the guts of my life can be displayed … I’ve felt loved and unloved… I’ve hated… I’ve been elated…. I am all parts and none or the other…. I’m awesome and an asshole and indifferent and empathetic and apathetic and angry and happy and humble and a snob and a lover and a slut and a whore and a fake and real and my gray area is my fucking gray area….

so this is where I live.

in pain, in bliss, in failure, in success.