Fantastic Famine

he watches in whispers

entrenching desire

beneath

paper thin

guise

pruning soft curvatures

carved to jagged edge

straight lace

entangled

entwined in

embrace

with a man

he

doesn’t know

but would like to

bifurcated membrane

dual hybrid spirit

lovingly lingers

longing

leafing through archives

sating hunger

with whatever flesh

is placed before

appetites

remain hidden

as well as he

swelling in a closed off room

surreptitiously shaded

pale light pouring

pornographic images

as well as

euphoric score of

guttural grunts and

melodious moans

dynamic sequencing of

diminuendo climaxing to corporeal crescendo

planting seed

exaltation

momentary bliss subsides

to extended internal dialogue

rationalizing

identifying

images of lust

leave one feeling

hollow

as a picture of fruit

leaves one just as hungry

feeding fantasy

yet not the body

renders him

malnourished

the hunger will return

just as strong

or maybe stronger

until at last

he’ll be forced

to eat

Campus to Corporate

college kid

bright eyed

optimistic

view of a world

conceived in

principle

virtues

guiding along the prescribed path

work hard

go far

grades are representative of your drive

your ambition

invest in certificates and

broken promises

not in what you love

compete against your peers

to serve another

the corporations

limited liability organizations

axe the cattle

to save the ranch

branded by

billion dollar brands

graded on arbitrary measurements

to reap greater returns

for less than a fraction

work towards that

new title granting

more work for

stagnant pay

just comfortable enough to stay

yet not enough to

keep the mind from wandering

cliche as it is

slaves in white collars and

cheap ties

just for decoration

pace the office landscape

with pale indifference

fruitless shrubs sprouting

‘neath halogen light

yearning for the view of an open sky

so they plant them near the window

some break through that

pristine

glass ceiling

live comfortably if

not

uneventfully

others

pursue their vices and

excess

some play the role of

magnanimous leader

offering bonuses

that barely

finger

the coffers

and many more

conceive a closed off creation in

their own image

on the backs of those

who some say

have taken on lesser risks

because if history has taught us anything

it’s that

employment is stable

and

all companies

have the best of intentions

Vow of Silence

this week

i struggle to find

the words

to put

to page

i

am

not

certain

why

do i

lack inspiration

or

perhaps

i

lost

the way

maybe my

mind is cased

in static

interference

inhibiting

the flow

electric currents

dampened

maybe art

is

imitating

life

for even in

conversation

i

am

at a loss

for

words

shall i

toss aside

the keyboard

take a vow of silence

or

continue

finding my voice

A Canvas

last night

a canvas fell

crashing to the floor

should have noticed

earlier

as it had been slightly shifting position

for some time

clamored down

falling

with a thud

rousing me from

a deep slumber

got up

switched on the lights

observed

the wall

a thin

brown

strip of adhesive

remained

i guess

sometimes

we only notice

when it’s too late

Beta Alpha

i have struggled

fulfilling the role

assigned to me

man

as perceived by

men

and women

to adhere to the strict doctrine of

masculinity

supported by

overbearing

phallic totems

impersonal

patriarchal systems

dictate

who and how

we are

i have questioned

been questioned

by myself

by lovers

by strangers

frustrated

not living

up to expectations

i am emotional and

despise it

soft

yet yearn

to be hard

passive

even when aggressive

tastes and tendencies

cross

dress down the facade

of boorish arrogance

propped up

to play the character

feminine traits draw

attention and

jeering

corrective action

so i cover her up

in baggy clothes and

stoic emotionlessness

speak in logic

deny the fantastic

avoid intimacy

and walk in the most straightforward direction

even though

i want anything but

I’ll Blame You

we dine on stale flesh of cold desire

drinking thin bodied

watered down wine of

remorse

sitting in grey studio apartments overlooking

a world

which looks down on us

looking up with hope

gazing to the future

stuck in a present

which longs for a past

which never existed

i wear the rose tinted shades of a man with no opportunities

finding comfort in skewed memories and bold faced lies

i lost my voice in the echo chamber of other people’s ideologies

waiting in silence for a turn that may not be had

i am bitter with silent rage

an adolescent angst

i fear what is to come

and

doubt my capabilities

so i’ll blame you

Out of Place

I’ve been wanting to get away to

some time some place

far removed from the present moment

to know

the thrill of adventure

once more

I feel outside of myself

undervalued

a dredge on the outer edges of proper society

I know what I don’t know and

what I don’t know far outweighs what I do

I’m stuck on a trick ladder which compresses each rung I ascend

leaving me set in place and

oddly enough

oft times lower

performing menial tasks for those I will never know

alienated in my domestic state

each year breeds new anxieties which pushes me further

towards the looming edge

maybe I’m a a malformed cog

in the machinery of society

not fitting

yet innocuous enough that the others have no trouble

grinding past me

Communion

she walks like summer rain and just as refreshing

clears the clouds from my eyes with her radiant smile bright as the sun

walks with poise and grace porcelain skin firmly rooted with each foot fall

a laugh like the lightest breeze wafting over me

eyes cobalt blue drops frozen sapphire gleaming with intensity

moods of moonlit mischief change with the tide

amorous far from chaste and farther from pure

goddess in which all of nature’s form is present

i worship at her altar

drinking deep from the chalice

The Sagacity of the Stream

i watched across the water

on a bank lined with dying trees

rotten roots reaching

out beyond the

sinking silt

sun bleached dried and eagerly

seeking to sate

in desperation

a thirst unquenched

gnarled fingers poke like

porous bones

body tilts towards

tumbling tide

there’s an island in the center stream

receding more

and more

washed away

until one day

only once lush vegetation

will mark the path

and the islands

and the banks

and the rocks

and the silt

will keep receding

remain in motion

pushing past the present point

while others only observe

sitting stagant

seeing only where they are

Savage Union

she comes on with

predatory grace

an ease both elegant and

subdued

pheromone trance

ensnares the naive

youth of a boy

fresh

eager to please

presents himself

savage union

rends him

stripping him of his dignity and

rips him

head to toe

but he doesn’t know yet

confidence boosts

alpha male static

signals

course from brain to

prick

he’s a man but

she’s got his balls

in the satin smooth

vice grip palm

of her delicate hand