we stood and faced a mighty insurrection
as cracks formed all around the galaxy
my armor of broken glasses and wool shirt
held strong against the university's attack
we shall forever remain uneducated
we shall forever maintain filtered ideology
we shall torture our math into limericks
our words live without grammatical consent
Monday, February 23, 2015
Thursday, February 19, 2015
The Art of Disbelief
What's my place?
To agree or disagree?
To interrogate myself,
In the art of disbelief?
So many faces gone...
Like pictures on a wall...
While life passed my eyes--
Like Super 8 filmed-loss.
The unreported petty theft
Of my childhood dreams
Another hard lesson
In the art of disbelief.
To agree or disagree?
To interrogate myself,
In the art of disbelief?
So many faces gone...
Like pictures on a wall...
While life passed my eyes--
Like Super 8 filmed-loss.
The unreported petty theft
Of my childhood dreams
Another hard lesson
In the art of disbelief.
Tuesday, February 10, 2015
A Fiction Understood
waiting on a door to open
waiting for a window to see
that i'm just standing here
trying so hard to disbelieve
living the lonely process
of me destroying me
yet i keep standing here
trying to be what i need
don't tie my hands together
or leave me alone to fate
i might pretend i'm sleeping
but my heart is wide awake
and there's a wide wide world
that feels most suffocating
when you watch it from a box
upon the lonely air you're breathing
there's a fiction understood
an illusion so profane
assented by necessity
to get through another day
it binds me ever tightly
and there is no abating
these feelings of desperation
and all that keeps me waiting
waiting for a window to see
that i'm just standing here
trying so hard to disbelieve
living the lonely process
of me destroying me
yet i keep standing here
trying to be what i need
don't tie my hands together
or leave me alone to fate
i might pretend i'm sleeping
but my heart is wide awake
and there's a wide wide world
that feels most suffocating
when you watch it from a box
upon the lonely air you're breathing
there's a fiction understood
an illusion so profane
assented by necessity
to get through another day
it binds me ever tightly
and there is no abating
these feelings of desperation
and all that keeps me waiting
Friday, February 6, 2015
identity crisis
earth-shaking fears and the feeling of strangulation
by such recalcitrant tears that i hid like a child
and i didn't just hide but hid what i found sacred
in a thousand curses and blasphemies of pride
pride that grew from the rejection of my place
well, you can reject it, but it never goes away
it gnaws on your bones like a feral child inside
it fights for life in the space between my compromises
and it is with great pain very often sublimated
with great shame that i know who i am
that my name stands proud on the tip of my tongue
quickly bitten back into bitter subjection
and i taste the bitter blood in my mouth
listening quietly to my heartbeat slow, soften
i know that this moment is a respite
the child never goes, just fights to let me know
i'm not me at all, but the one i fear to show--with affectation
pitiful, vulgar affectation
by such recalcitrant tears that i hid like a child
and i didn't just hide but hid what i found sacred
in a thousand curses and blasphemies of pride
pride that grew from the rejection of my place
well, you can reject it, but it never goes away
it gnaws on your bones like a feral child inside
it fights for life in the space between my compromises
and it is with great pain very often sublimated
with great shame that i know who i am
that my name stands proud on the tip of my tongue
quickly bitten back into bitter subjection
and i taste the bitter blood in my mouth
listening quietly to my heartbeat slow, soften
i know that this moment is a respite
the child never goes, just fights to let me know
i'm not me at all, but the one i fear to show--with affectation
pitiful, vulgar affectation
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