Echo Log, 1winter came to my door while I lounged
on the leather couch. I opened up
strongly to his pretty complexion
and cocoon of down lining; his white
teeth didn't chatter and no flush had
covered up the freckles on his cheeks.
I had been taking in boys like him
for weeks. he said he heard about it,
the good news I had now in the back
of the manger, and requested rest
in a spare bed. his eyes were still gold
like dew on a late harvest, sweet fields
that his eyes too looked tired from reaping.
my own place, my own food, i thank past
loves and passions. winter plays his finger
on his lip and compliments my art
I've painted onto the wall, frescos
of Mnemosyne's sons glorified
anonymous to winter's conscience,
or at least his hymnal whispering,
which adorns each word he lofts to me
and my ears cozy from easy sleep.
the trees then glinted with frozen limbs
and clicked a procession to my hand
that dusted snow off winter's shoulder
and led him in, where the warm
O Dan Rot.Dan Rot, a manO Dan Rot.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
of considerable comic timing
who came on rackety wings around the globe
in thirty days or so,
visiting once again with a night on his heels
copping feels on innocent ladies pillowed in bathtubs,
i was black like night
and i was ringed in rainfall
i was so glorious
a spiraling psyche led me to one thing
and this town never could have contained me
a spinning science to my insanity
bends in the system and curves of the power lines
a beauty to plywood and splinter breaks that cannot be defined
bends in the path, a northward slide
strand you in a parking lot
i was vicious and viscous
and i was perfect
as i die i know you have too
as i fade over snapped trees
all is quiet and all is dead
and i curved away.
Ms. Civit, a woman
of considerable jazz influence
who culled in her snatch fifty thousand
squirming little nothings
ravished by the callous allure of Mr. Rot
(who raped her mercilessly,)
on the ground on the ground and the fever is rising
upside down min
Being Gay: Sin or Burden?My life is torn between heart and mind;Being Gay: Sin or Burden?6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Do I really sin with every blink of my eye?
I wondered if my sexuality counted
Towards my sins left in a heaping mountain.
So I closed my eyes to block out my life
To see past this world of evil and strife:
I imagined myself in a world without sin
Where I tried to imagine the life that I'd live.
What would be the same and different?
How I would feel about my old life spent
In hatred and the failings of man,
My past life spent in deserts of sand.
I imagined this world of so-called perfection
But deep in my mind, I begged the questions
What is sin? Does the Bible show?
What is evil? Does the world know?
Is it the Ten Commandments? Murder and Greed?
Is it being gay, drinking beer, or smoking weed?
If so then my imagined world
Would not be like this life unfurled,
For I have done the things of which it speaks
I have sinned just in this past week.
But what if sin is a definition?
A human idea with human disposition?
What if the stuff we shouldn't do
What I Feel InsideI feel as though I'm flat,What I Feel Inside6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A dimensionless soul.
The world sees me like that:
I'm a word, I'm a role.
I'm the boy that likes boys,
I'm the kid that looks like Nick Jonas,
I'm the nice guy, the one you'd enjoy,
I'm the one who writes poems online.
I'm this and I'm that
And I have to be something;
The world sees me
And says, "I have seen you before,"
And it acts like it knows me,
And like I have no core.
I'm defined and dissected
And I'm no longer me;
They make me directed
And they don't see how I see.
I'm this and I'm that
And I have to be something;
But I let it be, oh I do.
I lie in bed and try to hide
I let them say what they want to
And I don't let anyone inside.
It's more my fault than anything,
That I let it stay like this;
I should tell everything
That might make me real:
I'm afraid of dying alone
I'm not able to keep everyone happy
I'm afraid of my future
And I'm scared to mess up
I'm so angry that I'm
i was the infidelyou told me you wanted to live forever.i was the infidel5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i said there is no life without death:
there is simply being.
you taught me about airplanes and liveliness and
how to jump out a window without twisting my ankles.
sometimes you would tell me about persia
or how a hot air balloon stays aloft,
but that was when you had fire to keep you floating.
you lent me a book last fall.
i put it in my room and
swore i'd read it later, but
when i went back to look for it i realized
i had lost it, before i even
cracked the cover.
i told you and you weren't angry; you just smiled
and said that all things lost are eventually found.
last week you kissed her, long and sweet, under the crucifix:
tracing fish in the sand with your bare feet. fingers intertwined.
it was then i knew that you were gone and you had lied:
not all lost things can be found.
yesterday i found the book you gave me,
collecting dust at the back
of my bookshelf. i wanted to pick it up
and put it in the drawer where i keep hidden things;