I am a woman, in a man’s body
with a ***** that doesn’t work
I have ****** the vineyards and the haystacks
grown a beard as long as a pine tree
the beard is downstairs
and it is joined to my hair
which is also long, flowing from my shiny head
I speak 500 languages
I cant read
I once slept outside my own house
in the blizzard of 93’ I fingered somebody’s sister
I even slapped a judge for being too **** ugly
but seriously, I’m currently jacking off to everybody’s mom
no no no, I’ll be honest for old time’s sake
my greatest lie is that I am/have-done none of these things.

To reiterate,

Words filling contagious information
into the keener ears of degenerate people

While elsewhere,
leaving scars deep enough
to catch rain water
that can’t be drunk
to soothe the uneasiness

A girl was ***** the day before
GANGED - the headlines boisterously boasted
my fine countrymen on their best behavior
I thought

It’s not a mystery how lightly
they take to such things here
the average *** smoker rots for 10 years
while the ****** gets 4 before he walks

Capital justice
grass involves more money
who’s gonna pay to **** someone?
degenerates waiting on call

Asking for the unreasonable
while selling me a thought
sugar coated and studded with half truths
to turn with the big wheel
and stare atrocity in the eye, eyes closed

Able bodied souls handicap themselves
to perpetuate the cycle of corruption
the wondrous mechanics of our modern world
can’t put a price on dignity
so we boycott what doesn’t benefit us

Is that our reality
or just something I read?

day time disaster drifting
disdainfully into nights dark-lit
by only the protrusion of the sky

skinned till thin
in pieces at my feet, once, I mourned
and now again before mystique fails mystery

I grow tall and directed
shifted and perfected
incomplete

do they trim the *****
after doing your chin?
doing that to me is not a sin?

The darkest chasms hold
secrets of my soul
in the shape of my-
coniferous cone

I lick your frivolous flames
douse them with my tongue
even so, you can’t stay
in a wooden box anymore

You discarded mine for those
growing fondly around us
better shaped
unlike mine

When days were miracles
we carried our hearts
as trophies

Hearts wither and fail with the passing of time
Wishes, hopes, faith, love all wither together

But not this
coniferous cone
the shape of my heart
which you replaced
with a forest of your own

I cried into oceans terrible and mysteries ravaging,
all speechless - mute.
A time to become aware, too late
where words might as well have been nails to step on,
if they can ever be called words.

The shivers don’t stop
the biting cold grips, clinging to my layers like a parasite
what is to be felt,
cant be.
There is no clear way I can explain this conundrum
this is happening because it just is
all the aches remind,
you belong here.

Remind the conscience that there’s more to this game
than mere words and images
it is something not even poetry can capture.
True art is truly fleeting,
just like this moment you’re in.