Fool and Lover

I am a fool
Swaggering without sight
You cushion with soft embraces
As I fall deeper and deeper

It all seems so natural
Just because you are there

Just because you are there
It is unnatural

The ambiguity we enjoy is
But a figment of a desired ideal

Decipher the smoke from the ashes
Before everything goes up in flames, (my flames)

I’d lay down my life for you
Like I should
But does it mean love?
I can only ponder and plod on

This uncertainty indicates already the foregone conclusion
There is no need to push, to shove, for I cannot be there

There will be light
And I will walk you to the end
And hand you over

This fool needs another
Like you need a lover

pop- life

britney’s baby and her smooches
yoda, luke, anakin, palpatine
paparazzi chases and endless dodges
idol life, matrix, keanu, constantine

super bowl with a touch of nipplegate
the world wide web
simpsons kill kenny, that’s fate
friends to joey to ab-fab

dash beats jafaar any day
LOTR: the two towers
the yodeling of cool coldplay
kidman, moore, streep make the hours


*Anyone please feel free to continue for me…

through the fairs

this dual-i-ty,
this flex-i-bi-lity, and dex-ter-it-y
this torture!
even the sun is absolute…

this is my truth,
my destiny
resistance is to give in

i worship every moment
every moment of silence
the purity of eggshells we walk upon
this baptism, this crucible.

for he covets the closet he was in as
she sings hymns of slient sin
unleashed (for us)
mine, unabashedly, mine

i’d find middle ground
as i venture through the fairs
i stand in for no one
for i am one with them (u shalt not judge me)

this is my choice
every moment is mine

every tear is mine
every joy is yours, oh my fairy, yes,

you remember that
for this was beautiful, oh my love, as tirzah

oh…all my love

to my dearest jykell and hyde
my source, my lungs, my pride

son / guest

when i’m finished
i turn to you

you’d make my bed
in this hotel, this home

this selfishness
(i cannot help)
this altruism

it’s like the rain cycle
it’s like why objects never complain
it’s like why all talk fuck things up

it’s like Man

when you are done
where will i be?

social darwinism

we weep at death
we scorn at sin
we judge, we tread

we are practically clean

you are out and about
without agency

neither ruffle nor flout
you have much-needed decency

(who are the beasts now?)

the trusted entity

what apparent lightness
awashed upon shoulders I frown
thus I realize:
the flight of this entity

I’d trust it, swallow it, with plea-sure revised
this civility’s expanded
hands off mine!


I could not last the weaver of these nets

i need to lay down
soak up the salt


(what profanity is this?)

face-less-ness

tools for the taking
lofty structures for the building
blueprints for the guiding
personalities sketched!

nets for the fishing
breeze for the sailing
hooks for the impaling
i am the bait!

keys aplenty
boxes empty

who is this beckoning?

in all of the matrix’s mumbo-jumbo
(smoke and mirrors)
prosopagnosia helps
to filter every twilight, to erase every face

choose simplicity.

3 Little Pigs

an ode to my bros.

3 little pigs

these
three
little
pigs

never found home

it was pitiful the way they roamed

it was fluid the way they flowed

it was funny i said so

the wolf will come

and
the
pigs
will

find

home