Sunday, November 27, 2016

Pollyanna space thrill
a cup full of wastrel
the finger lingers
hovers above the dyke
waters rise nonchalant
landlubbers are drunk
how do I stop it
this vitriol
this waste from the font
how do I cop to the
the fight and the pace
illuminated hate spills into Times Square
white rage
and the umbrage 
that will reverb like hot phlegm
it makes me see rage
it makes me see them
when, in my bunny slippers, robed and asleep
I choose to count warriors
instead of sheep
it’s a Pollyanna
I am in the first car
when it returns to the base
I’ll re-ride the black star
the cyclone hits again and again
I’m fucked if I lose
I’m fucked if I win
there you are
here I am
in the midst of a war
there you are
here I am

this is it so far

Wednesday, November 23, 2016

even then
uneven time
even then
the salted wound
even then
the men, the men
and the women were something to fear

even now
the memory post it
even now
given grace by a story
the knowing look
away from the stage
where you have chosen to be
where you will age

even then
uneven now
even then
departing gloom
even then
the men, the men

and the women are something to fear

Thursday, November 10, 2016


the dying goes on and on
like a waltz undressing a song
the windows are open
birds leave their wires
alignments betrayed
and the dying goes on and on
help me I cried
give me reason to live
while the dying goes on and on
like a monk with a lotto win
manifest your future
you silly old cow
she says with a wide apple grin
help’s on the way
make your intentions clear
the dying goes on and on
the living take longer to win
there’s a bird on the wire
with a message that comes
none too soon
manifest your future
take charge of the fire
don’t follow the rest
plant yourself on the island marooned
scrape the sand from your heart
uncover the jewel
leave your life in the hands
of this big poochy moon

For Maria

Saturday, October 29, 2016

I can’t remember your name
which doesn’t mean I didn’t love you then
it does not negate my mean in those times
I was a falling down human
I was a falling star
the people I hurt
are in this glass now
at the bottom
who will rise to the top
tears are for queers
and straights and angry
and funny in one liners
in so-called undefiners
I can’t remember your name
and one time you seduced
me and ravaged me
I was a fairy a nondescript
until you saved me
like all the bosses of
my body and my soul
I can’t remember your name
like me
like you
that is all
that is all
she says you were born to be loved.
maybe, maybe
I was born to be a slave
maybe, maybe
I can erase
maybe maybe
the time has come
maybe maybe
I am home in this place

Wednesday, October 12, 2016

how to be a woman

it’s harder than you think
so many inconsistencies
trip the female on her way
where to go
what to be
in the cold light of day
how to handle expertise
how to sound like a woman
it’s simpler than it ought to be
many sins notwithstanding
it causes females to duck and sway
a winner’s grandstanding
when the no fly zone
is tempting
where to check hairdos
in orchestrated  debates
before lying onstage
before coming of age
you have been groped
you have been raped
that’s understood
you have twisted that hanging rope
of every male who has
fucked your sweet hope
you have gritted your teeth
under a duvet of lies
being a woman is easy
with compromise
wear your heart on a sleeve
that leaves an arm fully bared
ready a punch or caress
the grin or the stare
how to be a woman
it’s easier than you think
trust your strength
send the clowns to the corner
make them stare into the brink
mine your worth
write your lyrics
be a woman
be earth