like a fish out of water
walking backwards upstream
grand illusion of compliance
buying nothing sight unseen

respecting their essence
detached from their path
connected in spirit
repelled by all wrath

norms without ethics
morality sans love
passion ever searching
a need to rise above

heart sinking hatred
mind numbing neglect
mountain moving greed
rarely circumspect

not infrequently i ponder
how my being was unfurled
wondering deeply in my soul
if i belong to another world

My days ago
are piled
with excess.

My days ahead,
clouded
with letting
go.

This day today,
empty
as the bottle
laying next
to me.

And there's
no way
to grow
young
again.

His hands
burn away at my momentary doubt

my skin becomes softer beneath his lips.

his lips taste like a postage stamp for an unwritten letter

with slowly drifting fingers, he writes to me:
he asks about my day with his palm on my rib cage and his sighs in my ear.
he kisses the center of my chest, and tells me a story about friends I've never met
he suckles my ****** when he talks about his alcoholic father.

and he writes goodbye with his hips between my thighs.

he provides no return address.
he simply signs his name.

i peed in the attic because the stairs creaked
and your roommates were asleep

your hair licked your earlobes
and your mouth was rough

i do not see them crumble as most
wilting below a burden of naturalized slavery
neither as a remorseless lament of hopelessness
or awkward betrayal by time

i cannot see them crucified by false hope
echoed and embedded in folklore
ardently imposed upon a claim of immortality
piously preached by mercenary saviors

i shall not surrender to ashes
before capricious flames in heart of a nation
smolder the vegetative apathy
of a sickened red fluid in its veins

i shall not be silenced
for i refuse to accept the malignant misinterpretation
of her as a **** and womb only
screaming its last sufferance

she is my mother

a living breathing soul
one heart parched by seasons of drought
melted in romance of a vagrant monsoon
lost in torrents of reminiscence

and lost in memory of a time
godliness wasn't branded on stars
faithfulness wasn't obligatory
devotion wasn't a farce

i long to see distances wail into heaven's ears
shrivel and wither away at the command of my brothers
be shattered to the dust of oblivion
forever dead and buried

i claim the world for what it is
a stunning sight of nature's wisdom
and love alike

i steer my passionate agony
into the inspiring fate of a land
where my guile would be echoed by
rhetorical lovers and leechers alike

and i shall not hold back.