Tracing every step it took

the life, the dying notion 

seeing my breath, feeling warm hearted

where will you go my brothers?

will I see your faces in boxes?

will I see your faces crying?

let us make landmarks 

let us make love with tender words

let us imagine agony 

are we dreaming,

or sitting on the clocks of time?

holy Joseph, holy Christopher

you have been searching between Earth’s cracks for answers to riddles

you are making sweet angel sounds,

protesting hibernation 

I see it

every blown down tree

every flap of every wing

every creature’s last breath 

creating a man’s fearful stand

and loving who I am

Shapes are begging to breathe 

Current loves, long lost loves, dead loves

Single bodies fighting for unreasonable, false passion

I will bring will, save galaxies and then smirk at boys’ insecurities

I have passed through holes of souls and found dense hearts

They wish to burn the queers over the fire and call them flaming fags

I am queer and ladies dance like the natives for me

they kiss and touch, but I have given all to nothing

Pound your fist, bricks, or dicks on me 

For all you see is a shamed face

For loose leaf chest centers 

Since your love is never current, long, or dead

it boast, it conditions, and envies 

While I will give my all for four days of smiles

All is her’s, and I place it to the shaved blades for her to feast 

Which is faulted towards past lover’s mistakes

and if it breaks I will find simple harmony

Experimenting

Oh, tie your tongue

left side, right side, four leaves

lie. lie. lie. lie. lie. lie. lie. lie.

procreate your knowledge 

staple your eye lids shut, you pretty little number

dance dance dance until 9 o’clock 

water rushing down the sides of your mouth

pinch yourself, you are drifting through 

Ireland’s greens, Jack’s frost, and childhood memories

tell me you love me

count to three

‘one two three’

highlight this:

I have fallen in love with the world

in forty-five seconds time

I have thought about rape and murder 

I have thought about men and dogs

I idealize the idea of being stuck in time 

or dying of a cruel accident

I wave to people I don’t know 

and kiss the ones I do

I have shared secrets and stories to a single person that I haven’t yet met

and I have fallen in love with the world

in forty-five seconds time

Cold Feet Disease

I am touching you

inappropriately licking your skin

on this hill top that no one can see

Saturn’s rings are punishing me

for loving you

girls’ skin melts off the bone 

staining boiled blood in some time traveler’s eyes 

father’s body is rotting away and all the remains is 

being lit for classy Brits and horny war heroes

three musketeers are dying off from some cold feet disease 

While God is adopting a bum on a cross to make a point

you are undressing, and I am pressing my luck

making tingles from touch to touch

and I am feeling pretty

we are singing melodic tones

we are fucking

in beds, on cotton, 

while creators applause  

but Billy’s stuck in time

through doors, sheets, and sleep

being unimpressed of life

and loosing faith in death

so it goes

Dying Nostalgia

Witness this clothes line, hanging every idea I had growing up

making black birds dance with my hand claps

testing my lungs, singing Silverstein songs

and I am hopping on rubber that still scares my brother’s face

teacher, leave me be

I am the devil’s son 

realistic words, genuine and pure

when all you can say is, “I hope you are at peace”

peace, something simple when defined 

but we’re all reading lies from electronics and organs  

then rubbing ash on our heads as an excuse

while, all I see is Christ getting off

to the sounds of lambs breading

so, that child with the hair due

that will fill your stomach full of soup and cereal is dead

the swing set, built on wood and chains is dead

the pine tree we climbed, getting stuck at the top is dead

Sandy, the precious pretty girl is dead

old man barker, swaying on the rocker is dead

appleton road is dead

because a different decade has arrived

and I can’t stand still on this time