what disgust
and horror
that i should call you queer
and as if this
was an imperfection
yes a delusion
that plagues till this day
the youth of men
men who call you ***
men who call you *****
men who call you up for ***
and yet they cannot
face their tears
that side of fear
that keeps them strong
who keeps you there
why are you thinking of me?
your attraction for me
keeps you reeling
keeps you falling
keeps you trapped
in this place you call safe
i called you queer
but you called me ***
as if one is better than the other
it still remains
you are the one
burning in fear
Mar 11, 2025
Mar 11, 2025 at 7:25 AM UTC
It always starts this way...
you fold a paper airplane
throw it up...watch it fly...swoop
only to crash
"Its like love" he said
turning over in bed
the next time he spoke
he asked for money
"Its like love" I thought...as
I walked out the door
thinking...nothing is ever like love...
what good is it to compare
what you want....and what is
"nog eentje" I say...and sip beer quickly
it's always so dark over here
one foot then the other...
keep...counting as you...make your...way
across tracks and cobbles
through crowds and rain
one drink too many.....but always too few
a separate issue now
no longer love in question
just lust and hunger for release
"are you alone now" he said
"no...I'm with you"
He reaches for my hand...
I'm reaching for my drink...
we collide and....glass smashes
to the floor....bleeds red wine
a calm feeling now....after kissing and ***
the smell soothes...yet...creates confusion
an odour of such delight makes one feel...
feel so filthy...."its a necessary evil" he said
and as i close the last shirt button
I say "believe me...it has nothing to do with heaven"
Mar 6, 2025
Mar 6, 2025 at 1:26 AM UTC
here it is warm
but the company
colder than
white
trying
subtly
to differentiate
from one
or the other
a blip
on intuition
wasted
and desperate
she reaches
deep
into her womb
grabbing
squeezing
spongy tissue
aborting all emotion
expelling all
that was lost
the first time
she called
your name
you never heard
her voice
blank
silent
ignorance
did you ever love
her silent words
she allowed
you to push
inside
deep
pleasure
mistaken for love
gliding
thrusting
grunting
moaning
***
contracting
throbbing
spurting
dripping
screaming
crying
bleeding
incision
decision
circumcision
birthing
Mar 5, 2025
Mar 5, 2025 at 2:48 PM UTC
can you tell me
why all these
young girls
with long
beautiful hair
soft luscious cheeks
sumptuous curves
adoration for vegan
virtuous fighters of oppression
woke to the point of irritation
their love for queer
impeccable music taste
can you tell me
why they
drape themselves
in death wraps
secondhand
blood-infused frocks
insidious corpses
stitched together
for what
to keep warm
when it drops to -2
can you tell me
why complacency wins
Mar 5, 2025
Mar 5, 2025 at 1:28 AM UTC
all appropriate bounds are set
three years have waited their step
may wonder why three years have been
when subtle hints produce obscene
yet nothing can be made
all conditional wares should be pawned
breeched and crooked are their mouths
and for one second they may thrive
tonight will speed with haste
alone on the other side of tasks
oh...now you see my face
what a length of string may bind
unsheltered wits... that do spring down
yet...three times the day went round
another shiver has become the tide
unto the side street watching crows
fourteen wind chimes spin for sound
at night the nest might be forgot
the rasping steps of romance calls
the kids play doorbells till the dawn
over each house breach is light
once...for a moment thoughts come forth
from each empty mind as it sleeps
and now breaks its hold
hearts erase themselves as they beat
what a length of string will bind
31 days have passed below
now...13 seconds pass as minutes
the tree tops sway dispelling leaves
to be trampled as men rush home
-Jason Swinehammer-2005
Mar 4, 2025
Mar 4, 2025 at 4:37 AM UTC