The Longest Time
(for Mason) It was the Longest time Anyone Ever took To break my Heart—I knew Him in high School, before Transition. Break it worse? Of course not, But break it True, of course He, indeed, Did.
View ArticleGlad She Quit
For Michaela I was glad That she quit Cigarettes, But also Resented How unfair She was being To whom she Had just been. And that is Why, every Now and then I fish a Cigarette Butt from a Tray, and I...
View ArticleSay As You Will
Say as you Will about The homeless At downtown. They’ve got the Most potent Methamphetamine.
View ArticleThink I Was
Think I Was Maybe at birth Adopted. I suspect My birth dads To one of Them been gay, The other Gay and trans. It explains Everything I seem to Misunder- Stand about Me.
View ArticleSan Diego Central Library
From the eighthFloor, at theBig library, I can seeThe pylonsFrom loomingCoronadoBridge, off inThe distance. A pidgeonFeather waftsAlong andRests uponThe windowLedge, outside. This is whatDowntown...
View ArticleCoronado Is Not
CoronadoIs not—really—An island. The thinnestStrip of land,Where you'll findNavy Seals train-Ing, connectsIt to theBody whole ofGreater SanDiego.
View ArticleDowntown, To A Poet
From the eighthFloor at theBig library,I can seeThe pylonsFrom loomingCoronadoBridge, off inThe distance.A pidgeon featherWafts alongAnd rests onThe windowLedge, outside.This is whatDowntown meansTo a...
View ArticleChiaroscuro
Poetry talks to me in the indigo stillness of a warm summer night. Chasing word games in my mind, under a sky full of stars…who walk me..firing the glow in my eyes…timeless…ageless Fireflies glimmer...
View ArticleI Wish I Was Gracious And Decent
I wish I was Gracious and Decent enough That I didn’t kinda Hope my new crush Also made my ex- Someone jealous. I’m not.
View ArticleDear Heavenly Father
Dear Heavenly Father: That elegant black man in the wheelchair Who gossips with me about the goings on in the homeless shelter we both stay at He left, tonight, in an ambulance. Please. Keep and...
View ArticleDancing On My Own
I fill my hours this September with everything I wished we had done together: I hold my hand, write me love notes, gaze into my blue, blue, blue eyes, and strike up a petty, loud fight over when I’ll...
View ArticleThey Don’t Know I Do It For The Culture
They don’t know I do it for the culture, goddamn! They say that I fuck male fans—Oh! Goddamn! Well, all the rumors, yeah —each one—is true.
View ArticleWhat The Word Holocaust Actually Means
Shoa—calamity— That word is what Religiously Grouped children of Survivors call Their past; half of The Jewish star, Colored in pink, Is mine because Of how my mind And dick seem to Work together (I’m...
View ArticlePrayer To An Ex-Boyfriend
Tommislav, this Thought, it haunts me: At first I was Glad (I still am) To find certain Solace from a Soul’s presence I See as but some Kind young man, close And innocent. Yet I can sense How he must...
View ArticleCanonical Quotes: Hart Crane
From “Voyages II” …bind us in time, o seasons clear, and awe.o minstrel galleons of carib fire,bequeath us to no earthly shore untilis answered in the vortex of our gravethe seal’s wide spindrift gaze...
View ArticleWhy You Don’t Feel In Love
It’s sad what losing you taught me about you. It’s—so!—sad how I only love those things so cool, sweet, or sharp, but you don’t see you’re cool, sweet, thumbtack sharp. I see sacred flaws in all...
View ArticleMomentum
It’s easy to lose the momentum of the day if you stop to think about it; the space between going to the bank and waiting for your dealer, for example, can leave a yawning open time without some music...
View ArticleWeight
And being is heavy, thick like a plank or log underwater sunken ships on the ocean deep. And we are all every one of us always again underwater hidden and perfect in the perfect stillness, and the...
View ArticleLight And Time
I wear exhaustion like yesterday’s shirt; passing minutes smart like a cut beneath the fingernail, while a ribbon of concrete unfurls along the ground in the Winter noonlight I am driving, my knuckles...
View ArticleWith Apologies To Jethro Tull
Some native American tribes believed that death is nothing more than a hunter who stalks us all impersonally, by duty. Our tender realms of fever and sleep float along the edge of life’s forest; they...
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