zone alarm

pre law. pre med. pre life. pro life. got choice expressed repressed. projected on moments of indecision. memories of indecision. express identify this fully. understand you fully. want you fully. shaded in age. experience a life missed. blessed, messed by this mess express. but where have you been. a tour? Im obsessed. and repressed blest with this smell. you. your breathing in me not my smell but me. the air i hold close to my skin. where only the cold gets in. where young men see what it is to see me.

couldn't you imagine the gem of a woman just leaping up and walking out on this stout moment of full silence lost and silence found and founded on silence. gasps for air in air in error point reflects. Fuck. THis isn't going to work.

don't censor this thought. help a friend and look left. it's easy, just look left and move on. move out into oblivion. move out into freedom to or freedom from. fuck tweedle dee fuck tweedle dum. just move. dance fancy pants and lead. lead the way away sister. off you go.

bless

onyx

child, sing it out
boy come calm cry

child, wait a moment
play here try
to child yourself to a new
game played in
trained in this
room
there is room for you too
child
there is always room

Bronwen Wallace can eat shit and die

i do not hate the woman in this poem
with her lover hiding in a letter
a scrawled word

with her pot roast burning
and kids drilling holes in their teeth
this woman is just fine
and can be not me
and im fine with that
so bronwen and your visions of domesticity
and identity need to take a shot of my fluidity and
piss off




i have anger for canadian poets.

here is to

the untrainable teacher
prophetic preacher
stop watch keeper
ding ding ding

the upside stealer
and right side sleeper
slide step sneaker
ding ding ding

reach out and kiss him
slip step or miss him
cus he’s got rhythem
going ding ding ding

his eyes shining brightly
and feet dancing lightly
this boy taps you slightly
in the ding ding ding

cyc

cycling in the snow, never quite as romantic as fallin in love

but falling off a bike in to snow always worth the trip

briefly

living in the moment
facing the opponent
life lost before blood rocked
the senseshock

he's playing the dog
running circle
ringing hands high
elbows lost
on thought

misthought


fuck, this doesn't work. sorry.

I’m a terrible Muslim

i

legal to drunk everywhere
I, Libra, with senseless balance,
swing past Jason, or Torrance,
and wonder if it goes both ways

what does Jesus mean to me
nothing I want to know
where all these penguins came from

and where are the motor
boats in the bath tub
mote in the river bed
dredged for speedsize

cause we have the technology

but back to Jason, or forgotten Torrance,
at the black tie event
I, still legal,
with blood alcohol surpassing sophomore GPA
dean’s list baccalaureate discussing
racism and ghettoism as a way of the past present and future
dance up to the bar
flash pearly whites
and hear the chorus sigh
bend a knee and never hide hair
and have been expelled from mosque
more times than…
well, let’s just say I’m a terrible Muslim

ii

as she wanes invisible
to telescopic tracking from Barak
they announce
silence fast
and she treads her course
of pearly black, like Jack Sparrow’s ship,
charting a history misspelled

wartime declaration
at the 9th new moon we shall move fast
from sun up to sundown
passing fieldwater in our mouths
until we arrive, eid mubarak

iib

and I can say it with all
authority because
well, let’s just say
I’m a terrible Muslim

iii

batting one for five
pillars stand tall and watch
i pull up a bra
around heavy breasts
tighten scarf around
heavy hair

smile graciously for charity
still batting only one for five
I, terrible Muslim, sip
daiquiri from a bucket mix

iv

two for five now
as i dump daiquiri
down his pants
to cool him off

let’s just say there are more
terrible Muslims than me