Eclipse

They left me in the dark
But I am the moon
They lose.
And as I looked to
The shadowed dirt
Of the shattered earth
They took away my sidewalk where they gave me shade
And the rough terrain
Cancels my escape
By pushing me to lanes
The more I try to stay
Where I'm good and safe
The hotter it is getting.

What's The T?

They look the same
From far away
Trans and gay
But still you say
That's not me
You shoot yourself in the foot
Just trying to put
Yourself first
Display the worst
Of the other side's fight
Trying to break free
Of the T
But GLB
Can never say 'we'
Are family
When we treat
Our kin
Like some sort of sin
That's what they've said to us
And all of a sudden
Stonewall is null and void
While we try to employ
Our deepest deny
Of the the first brick's flight
Thrown at Stonewall
From the hand that we call
A freak
From the hand of a queen
Dressed in drag
It's a fact
Worth remembering
And we are in her court
Try and move forth
Without her voice
And you'll fall flat
Just spinning your wheels
People, we need heels
To get ourselves from this mud
And be it Trans or AIDS
This is our blood
We must love
Ourselves before we can move
To a new
Day
Without these mistakes
So below us
This is a fight for love
Every kind we can get
And when it comes to the T
We cannot forget.

I Said Let Go

There was a country song on
When I was a young
Boy that, like many do-it-yourself bullshit pop-up McSongs are
On the radio today
Was a list of what the average, everyday
Common man goes through
In his (and I mean his, not hers, mind you)
Long lived life
When lived just right
The chorus declared
From the town square
That you gotta ‘get you some’
Then they’d tell you the what
First money, then love, then babies…then done
Like many other people in this country, and time
I was raised below a line
The poverty kind
The lovely lower class
Watching middle class asses
Sit on my glass
Ceiling and pass
Giant plates of food
Past
Our grasping hands to
Each other
As a boy I’d take in
The bottom of their chins
As they’d shit again
On what was given
To them
And looked with longing to
The next glass they knew
The one that gave view
Of the upper crusted puppets
Controlled, but free
I was told I had to get me some money
But unlike the rest
Of this generation’s best
I said fuck
Money
And I’ll say it again
FUCK MONEY
And if there are those that agree
That were born free
To say it with me
The freedom to see
Wrapped in a box with holes and slashes
Called lower class
But actually a fantastic
Gift. Then say it with me
Fuck. Money.
And if I hear
Out here
In the city I live
Another song
With this
Insistence
That I chase more bills
And get more thrills
From big oil spills
And more credit card bills
Then I swear I will
Rip every radio from the walls
Until there’s no noise at all
But the penniless artist
On the corner with guitar
Waiting for his call
From the companies that started
This whole fucking case
In the first place
Every twenty something
Needs to be free
Of this bullshit noise
Of dollars and coins
And just live on a dime
Free Ninety Nine
And no tax
But that
Wasn’t all I was told
I had to get, hold
Onto
Part two
I was told to get love
Had to get me some
But the love of doves from above
Wrapped in charms and arms
Bullshit cheap rhymes
Bored my mind
And made my eyes
Dry
And bleed
I have always needed
Something more than that gnat
That flies around splat
And hits you in the eye
While you blink and you cry
And your lids
Bring it
To what it wanted all along
A sad country song,
And a death from a blink
Before you could think
How gross
The whole
Process really was
Fuck love
The ‘gotta have it’ just cuz
Kind at least
Don’t bother me
With your bullying
Insistence I scorn
A life lived alone
For any period of time
When I
Alone, am just fine
With my own set of rhymes
Much better than lovey doves
From above
But instead from below
From a place I know
To be real and alone
And while I know
I will love as I go
I will never feel bad
For flying solo
Just cuz they said so
And since I’m on a roll
There’s one more part of me
That felt the sting
From these
The part three
Gotta get you some…babies
No
I
Don’t
And neither do you
Ever traveled to India?
I’m guessing Mr. country song hasn’t yet, have ya?
Well let me tell you firsthand what I was lucky to see
Lucky said meaning luckily
I am me
A queer and so I don’t have to submit
To the bullshit pressure to make more kids
A woman’s got enough
Shit that is tough
To have to live with
Without being forced to make more kids
They can also grow
Ideas that will show
You things you’d never know
You didn’t even know
So
If you wanna chillax
Take a step back
And say ‘Damn there’s a lot of us’
You can trust
That I’ll be on your side
Keeping your mind
Clear
Of fear
That you’re missing your chance
Because you’re giving one too
The chance to
The earth to finally breathe
Taking gulps from the gulfs
Covered deep in debris
And it’s just the way
I see myself play
A role in this place
But mother earth gives more every time we take
Keeps sending more queers into this place
To take care of kids who don’t have a space
To play
And call their own
And you can fight it if you want
But we’re a place to call home
And all the while songs tell boys like me
That I’m somehow wrong for existing
But I’m finished with songs from that country
And it seems since the start they were finished with me
But so long as we sing
As loud and bring
Our selves to the ring
If this is a fight you gotta miss
Its worth TiVoing
And so long as I live
I will not let this
Musical attack
Keep coming back
To stop dead in our tracks
Anyone else like me
Who doesn’t see
Why we all must be
Exactly
The same. Enough to write in a song
Just three minutes long
And loud enough to hold
A hand over throats
And squeeze them closed
I promise to go
To the source and stand bold
From a voice that rings cold
And tell them so
I said let go.
I said
Let go.

Earning

I'm flying with wings
That were given to me
By a couple that thought
That they'd forgotten
My birthday
I'm flapping as fast
As my back muscles
Will allow
And I don't know how
But I'm East bound
And dead set
I will get
To my home
The place that I know
I'm supposed to be
I gave myself freedom
This 4th of July
To get up off my
Ass and just try
Fly
And hover
Throw off the covers
To hell with the sheets
Stop this damned sleep
Walking circle and leap
And they gave it to me
The chance to see
How lucky I am
My family
They will never say what
They need to but
I'll accept anyway
And silently say
"I know. It's okay.
I forgive you."
But not for your sake
Because its not about them anymore
Before I'm 24
I will live to be
Totally free
Totally me
At 23
The loneliness I felt
Alone by myself
Turned into time
I used to find
Every part of me
That was potentially
Going to write a poem
And act
And make friends
Open doors
Ask for more
And make ends
My dad once threw
Me straight into
The deep end of a pool
And those ripples still move
As waves into
The shores of worlds
Away from my home
And I ride them alone
But now never lonely
Because of that which was born
Among the corn fields
Staring at walls
Wishing to be called
Talented, special, good
Hoping mom would
Spend the same time
And money on my
Life she did my
Father's demise
And that the smoke that would rise
From his Marlboro's eye
Would stifle his cries
For attention
Most parent's always hope
One day they'll slowly
Stop being able to help with your homework
They hope you'll be too smart
And, bless their hearts
But mine couldn't wait
For the day
That we could tell them
Exactly when
They were acting like kids
And needed to begin
Changing their ways
And stop misbehaving
They hoped to raise
Little parents one day
But I'd hoped as a kid
That they'd ever begin
Supporting me first
My god was I thirsty
In that salt water sea
Where dad left me
But now I'm afloat
Hell, now I'm a-fly
And as I look down on them from the sky
I cry
Freshwater tears and give them a drink
Some time to think
An image of me
Not letting my past
Dictate my actions
Anymore, and watching me grow
In what I've known
To be a real home
Within myself, and people I chose
To actually know
The real version of me
Born of the sea
And earning his keep
Gliding, sweetly
As they whisper 'wow'
At seeing me plow
Through the clouds
And forgive them.

Ode to Morning Birds

I hear you.
And although its never the same song
Twice
I always listen.
Goodnight.

Cause

Why would a sagging mattress keep
The conversation in such a nagging time

As to press cold and sobering
Against my comfort slumber?

There is not a man there who shields
The winter breeze blasting from a fan

I put the fan in front of my face
I cannot fall asleep alone

If your Indian summer arms cannot solution
I will not as well surrender the winter'ed cause

I will curl tight into a ball and press
My arms into the chest that chose to leave summer behind.

Moon (Part One and Two)

MORE TO COME!!!!

Moon



I.

When I got here
Things were falling from limbs with
A pacified, tried and true breeze
To a place of warm, wishful thinking
I got here arriving at a solace
Of relief just after America’s
Violent segue, metamorphosis
Overwhelming
When finally breaths were exhaled
I arrived with such a setting sun
And an awakening of visions
Lit only by the electric luminescent
Insistence of entitled, surface-value
Ethno-centrism
Lit only in the shadows by
The honest to god moonlight
I arrived, watching the ideas
That our rambling television sets
Tell us what we are doing
As the Rodney King police force
Rang sirens in our ill-lit streets


The afternoon before my arrival
Saw the birth of a million sock
Stuff gagging ex-indie-viduals
Who’d ‘learned their lesson’
Wanted to chill out at the mall
And recently developed the ability to turn off
The left over dope still shaking
From their once lifted in exaltation
Now firmly clutching a 9 to 5
Roundabout by the briefcase handed
Hands
I watched as slowly the next
Generation, my generation
Tip toed with smiles through
The Rube Goldberg mousetrap
Candied land they were born into
And leapt towards a crucial decision


They had either to hump furiously for cheese
Promised to them on the loudspeakers
Booming in the cage
Or hold tight, eat their hunger pains
And clasp their ears while screaming
Watched the sun set on a chapter
Of tensions fought out on a field of black and white
Void of grey
The television screaming
WAR IS OVER
In a different red banner every night
Made with blood each time
Watched the relief sigh its way through the suburbs
Before turning into a crackpipe scream in the city
I was settling into a world finally acquainted to its lovely
Things to which time could now be devoted
Seeing as our troubles were gone
People found it harder to see
When I was first meeting them

II.

When I got to my rightful place among the clouds
Flying so high my eyeballs felt like deserts flinging stinging sand specks
My mouth awaiting a violent relationship with water
My lungs wheezing the smog of a city
Built on the lethargy of youth derailed
The walls of my chest stained from
Pizza sauce and bong water
But nothing prepared me for the
Laws of my sky ride
The clouds of cigarette smoke exhaled from
My father's kingdom of the 60s.
The powerful taboo making the puff motion
More popular than the dick suck
The constant battles fought and bonfires
Built on the grounds of my landscape
Sent up a wave of noise telling me not
To inhale the relieving clouds of optimism
Followed directly and completely by
Those very delicious smoke signals.