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Bee Bites
You were tying your shoe. The left one.
Converse sneakers with red stars, flint
To heel against black asphalt. Matches.
And a bony knee plying open the break
In your pant
To Nick
I rubbed beginnings of
A world of you and me
In the sheets of night.
Undercover lovers,
Welcomed like known
Strangers, a New Moon
To the darkness.
(bars bent)
Light dripping in,
Reflections from the
Streets wet, black skin
Faucet
clenching, unclenching,
water flowing
water
skins cells
chopped.
churned.
knocks against
dirt
mixed.
by a faucet,
the holy
river
and
as water
into
cleanses
the pipes
in the experience,
me of you washing away
lead
tooceanwhereall
ofmeiswelcomed
broughttreceived
takenhomeapipe
dreamHeavensfailingsthingsevena
pipeandfaucetcando.
I could feel your lie cross its fingers as you bluffed a straight,
when I knew you held onto a
pair of kings.
Revelation
Bark laid perpendicular, wood by wood, planked flooring,
Murmured voices clinging like dust on purple pews, moth
Bit and butted. Head bent, knee numbed, with the umberedEyed planks watching, trees white pupils piercing, I knelt to
The alter, and mouthed:
1 On October 31, 1969, The peaceful protest against the "homophobic editorial
policies" of the Examiner turned tumultuous as ink was dumped on them from the
third story window. The protestors used the ink to write pro-gay slogans throughout
downtown San Francisco. (Straight News: Gays, Lesbians, and the News ).
Seven Years
I prayed to God
GI-Joe figure strapped to chest. Wet pillow slips.
Fist bumps to eyes, reminder that little boys dont
Play with dolls. His wife, Barbie, crucified.
I prayed to God
Abomination. Leviticus 20:13. Congregational amens
Humming through Sunday air. A doxological, a choice,
A failure of the spirit. A Prayer for the dead.
I prayed to God
Confession box walls broken. Psychiatrist referrals. Black.
Cold Leather. Suppression of a childs longing. Sticking to
Thigh. Indiagnosisable failure.
I prayed to God
Hormones raging. Door clicked locked. Tangible loneliness.
Hand, wild and electric. Finding you in the dark. The touch
Of loneliness as your images taunts me in my mind.
I prayed to God
Cat calls, whistles through locker rooms. Rumors like flu,
Racing through crowded hallways. Game day showers.
Dodgeballs judgment day. Corporal punishment.
I prayed to God
I prayed to God