Monday, February 23, 2015

wave a goodbye
friendly
friendly tumble-dry

things shrinking
peripheral unrefined-

i go cross-eyed.

signs of life.

animals.
slaves.
prostitution.
class consciousness

long division

once,
we were
legal and openly dancing nakedly
trusting ourselves

and trusting ourselves
to a goddess of fertility.

oh, you weren't born yet-
that's why you don't get
ancient.

blindly you wing it.

gay versus not gay- these kids
these days

party drugs, drug overdoses,
anti-drug advocacy,

stragglers in between.

my longings looked over my
shoulder and

betrayed my way.

they saw female-dancing as a
morbid thing, a
death death death death death
death death death death death

but my capsules measure me properly,
or do they with

the weight of the
death death death death death
death death death death death

of elephants? either way, i know there
certainly is weight, with
or without an ease of pain-

the throat irritation
of choke-illusion

and did i fail to mention a phase
that went rejected by every deity,

a dark side of the moon?

it's because
it's an embarrassing result of
embarrassing society.

all the thirteen year old girls
want to be sex workers
when they grow up.

this is a phase during
that part of life
when everything appeared fixed,

knees still scab when you
fell on concrete.

in the back of the head- heaving doubt.

life was supposed to be about
spending the rest of it

attempting
to justify these fixations.

today
i ask ghosts questions.