The cookie cutter serves the whole
stating shapes and attitudes
functionality most embrace
at detriment of the least
this minority of number’s count
just as important as the rest

still they appear to be mangled bits
separate from the measured cuts
the molds align society
to responses without thought
automated to confirm
or attack out of concern

antibodies stamped from fear
masquerading as diligent
protectors of the factory
that false illusion of chemistry
these starting points in the sand
patterns engraved with certitude

they’re only blessed in calmest times
and not when the wind begins to blow
still the stalwarts hold the flanks
enveloped by the swirling breeze
the cookie cutter fails them then
past certitude now overwhelmed.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190615.

By the shoe or the wig
each endears the heart’s that's glad
to find a space to enjoy
beauty found in fixtures’ bliss
this pursuit beyond the bore
a dream presented in response
spun from dreams in the heart
presented for the world to view

one holds the heel in the air
an exclamation to the toes
defying planes close to earth
soaring high in happiness
shaping calves as a result
the allure of sculpted leg
leading higher to the knee
form presented for all to see

the other tops beauty’s crown
spilling locks of rainbow’s hues
the full spectrum may preside
a statement made in flowing locks
whether by curls or by length
presenting heads with added charm
augmenting what nature stacked
with a mane of pure delight

don’t disregard euphoria
a result of these pursuits
from the bottom to the top
adjustments made in full regard
tapping both while the frame
struggles with identity
comfort found in simple ways
elegance in each display.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190614.

Some people would call me queer
shorthand for the letters’ span
each with meaning by themselves
far outside the normative
that Holy Grail of life’s charade
that many claim to be the rule
the criteria for all of life
at last revealed as a lie

the marked difference is denied
as expression in nature’s vibe
instead dire demons are retrieved
from the book with no reprieve
death is exclaimed as the route
for the travelers outside the norm
the alphabet spells the doom
for those embracing grammar’s joke

invoked with blood on purposed hands
the righteous circle once again
wearing masks of false repute
when disgust is all they feel
blessed purity turns to hate
tells itself that all is right
if only others finally purged
to make room for comfort’s balm

only light can **** the shade
ask the pundits to leave the stage
query fear to ponder life
perhaps a human won’t be denied
still I walk in danger’s space
because the truth is relevant
being queer is not a choice
it’s my normal in letter’s span.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190613.

Reminders borne on angels' wings
of worth beyond what I can see
this blindness pushed to one side
when the simple then presides
these loving nudges against the bulk
of the pessimism in the self

mix of gloom and despair
melancholy is the refrain
blocking out the rays of hope
now imagined in history
chronology that’s replaced
without regard for consequence

a passing reference of remorse
perhaps the faith was made of smoke
the pressing doubt cries for help
day to night seeks resolve
it’s a darkness without reprieve
until the light is retrieved

from the cloak of a chum
this artifact of loving jest
to mock the crush with a laugh
the seraph’s charm taking flight
scales are removed in the end
balance tipped by a friend.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190612.

When the world is too much
a monster that will consume
the meager morsel is exhausted
now laying down to meet its end
a thousand voices would approve
this scourge removed for the good

attrition from hatred’s game
a sum desiring so much more
revelation is another stone
put upon the camel's back
with the company now deplored
an exit is sought to explore

little left at frayed ends
handed to the worse of fates
mostly for those left behind
and the future now incomplete
the illusion is often cast
of utility to the common man

a charade that falters now
when usefulness is obscured
let's not ascribe fault
for the creatures of the shade
they care not for the trivial
when their appetites are satisfied.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190611.

The dream arrived again
on the wings of fitful sleep
landing upon the reposed
feather light as it explodes

this visitor without kind regard
for the life that would remain
after walls are removed
only there to hold the tide

if escape were to last
a treasure valued above all else
remain awake against the hope
these revenants to dissuade

their reminder of what came before
separate from the empty now
a void designed to replicate
nothingness without the pain.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190610.

In tomorrows beyond this time
awaits a door with my name
with grief as chosen font
embolden in crimson script

this portal should be closed
barred to all who walk the earth
lest they fall victim to the spell
allowing the door to be unveiled

that one-way journey to the beyond
marked by the passage sadly sought
now too visible upon the hearth
when the rest become defunct

consumed by darkness with no return
this is tomorrow without reserve
I’ll pass the days until that time
seeking a way to avoid the fall.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190115.