Queer Confessional
Thinking about men
has only seemed natural
to me for 21 days and 6 hours.
Years spent denying my very core
and reveling in the fact
that I could do it.
The war has ended
and the dust has settled.
Cobwebs in my heart
have been replaced
with a renewed vigor.
I don't know where to go
from here, but my eyes
are set to the sky.
I am free.
The Pursuit of Joy
The crimson stains
of a blood once filled
with powerHas regurgitated onto
the floor of regretThe platelets drip
into the sewer of
identity crisesThe platelets drip
into the mouth
of syphilitic vampiresMountains are moved
daily while Sisyphus
struggles with one rockAt the bottom of the hill
is where all life begins
and ends
Mediatainment
Thrombosis in the form
Of mediatainment encrusts
The rigid outline of our collective body
When lies become truth and
Truth becomes a lie, there is
A disconnect that belittles integrity
Disillusionment becomes the norm
And there is holding back the tidal
Waves from swallowing the innocent passerby
Mulling over articles about articles
About articles results in a type of brain
Mash and mind shatter
When will we be free from the
Herculean, devouring specter that is
the media industrial complex?
