Tuesday, December 25, 2012

Yonder

the three-quarters Moon was enough light
we felt inspired and wild
she said that this feels like real life
and the rest of the week
all those others besides you two
they sapped me
attacked me
this odd sideways Southern talking
hard to tell what people say
it saps me
it attacks from angles
fuck
aren't we adults
can't we just tell each other
what we need
what we mean



"To live in the South,
one has to be a scar lover."

Well, that ain't an answer to my friend's
struggle with reorienting-
it's the beginning of a new discussion.




Lucia said to me that she thought the South
should name its new museum

"Forgetting and re-imagining our racist fucking past"

which made me think a very Southern thing

"You ain't from around here,
are ya?"

Bitter corner

there was blood in my beard
near my lips right corner.

another blurry bland morning
spent in bed,
bleeding into the afternoon...

no boss I just forgot.
yes sir I'll do better.
all the usual.

this is proof of what?

what's the easy answer?

why can't I find that magic bullet?

stagger home uphill
alone
drunk and full of banter-

the messy sheets an uncomfortable coffin.

why the fuck must there be morning?

the night is much fucking better.

Saturday, December 22, 2012

and the hoof in the snow...

I believe in
the mystery,
the quest,
the cloud of unknowing,
and the wisdom
we
already have.

I believe a kiss can start a war,
and end it.

I believe in leaving a place better than how it was found.

I believe it is important to be one of the good guys,
there's enough of the others.

I believe in redemption,
and second chances.
and the healing that only
love brings.

I believe in family.

I believe my family drives me crazy.

I believe success is mostly composed of showing up to do the work.

I believe deep truths are simple,
and hard to fully understand.

I believe boundaries should be understood-
some should be broached,
some should be respected.

I believe everyone should create his own religion.


The words are a gift.
My voice is melancholy.
I respect that. When I
started writing,
it was about death,
and sex,
and longing. Not much has
changed.



I love to listen
and I love your
silence.

NPR and Amendment One



I arrive at 6:47 P.M.
there's a vague line

I join and am approached
by a volunteer
who is tipped off-center
by my guest count
(having RSVP'd +2
I arrived +none)

enter
and easily find a seat
one over from a white haired gentleman

his wife
when she arrives
asks me why I am here

I say
to learn what others
have to say
she does not respond

pregnant pause
she shows me her stake
on her I-phone
a picture of her gay niece
her wife
the adopted daughter

I nod and smile and awkwardly
go silent
and start sizing up the crowd

who is for
who is against

the gum popping
high-collared white guys
and the ladies in frumpy
floral prints
I mentally mark as for

and most
since this is sponsored by an NPR station
I assume
are against
 
the stoop shouldered gentleman with the dolorous voice
introduces the panelists

people are buzzing and aligning themselves
the audience is acting

"he not busy being born
is dying
"

the man for
wrote a book about it being Correct
not Politically Correct
cites statistics that show
marriage
between a man and woman
is the healthy foundation
of civilized society

the man against
a local law professor
thinks it is bad law

this
is
where we begin

even though
we all
know
this is about
gay
and straight

both men receive hisses and applauding
this polite NPR audience can't help themselves

the serpent's back is rising

the forceful voices without clarity speak
which is most of both sides

but really
I think

there just ain't a rational argument against
as
the language of bigotry is always the same

the core of the argument
is
why do they have to have what we have
can't it be
separate
but equal

civil unions not marriage




same old bullshit
is what I think

Sans surfing

she asked what do you do?
and I didn't list surfing the internet.
oops.

this one is a masseuse.
she excels with her feet.
it's not all pressure
like I expected.

we kissed.
it worked.
we kissed again.

we were both married.

she cried before she told me.

I thought it unfair.
But ain't we all imperfect
and sometimes all we need
is a kiss.

I get that.


I still want to kiss her.



she doodles chakras.

what does that mean?

Ebbing on

she frames moments
chapters her time
sunset to sunrise
numbers her options
predicts the outline

her eye seeks the framework
while she drifts through life




Let 'em in, let 'em in
if it's the angel band

Small sweaty stuff

I woke today at 8:45
like yesterday
and the day before that
and my family
is quite surprised
by this
after all these years of
cultivating sadness
and chaos
the smallest things
are making the difference
I eat breakfast
I wake at the same time
and I am not cured
or perfect
or any of that bullshit
but I am
currently
on a different path
vigilant
and caring
and careful
and encouraged
and after the last two years
of losing hope
and multiple implosions
and misplaced
love
I feel light
capable
humble
grateful
and present in my life
and in my family's

2012
the year of the dragon
a year
of transformation

Lord
I am grateful
for another
chance