Saturday

Merciless Ignorance


Merciless ignorance
just as simple as a walk away
as simple as innocence
with a little more moral decay

You amazing creature
once revealing,
now concealing
has it been that bad all along?

how you lie with a simple response
(there's nothing I love more
than getting close enough 
for lies)

lies?  oh no. . .
maybe you just picked up my trick
I warned you -
you persisted -
hurts, doesn't it?

how could I possibly say I don't need this?

you dream sleepily
you'll be here tomorrow
and the next day
and the next
I'll be gone tomorrow
and why console 
a lonely soul?

I'll move on to paradise
congratulations to yet another bad memory

I want to hate you, hate you
did I really do this to you?
what did I make you think?

SAY IT, GODDAMMIT
your silence is a lie

deep in the night
you're mercilessly innocent. . .
ignorant. . .

- April 18, 1987, A.D.

Monday

Un'man'ned


"I put in my vote today, citizens!!
I say, 'Yes!' to castration of the man
so worthy of late
of the terrible fate
of our city's new birth control plan!

"At our Mayor's request 
I have come to attest
to the fact that this man is a worm"
("Castrate him!  Castrate him!"
they cry in protest.
The accused starts to shiver and squirm)

"Just look at him, now
with those innocent eyes, ladies -
which of you would be upset
to find him caressing your hips and your thighs?
I was stupid -
I encouraged it!

"And to think that I
thought his animal drive
was particular interest in me!
All I was was a body -
no soul and no mind -
how stupid I was not to see!

"And how exciting the danger
of doing a thing
that would break all the rules in this place
but sex is so tempting
and passion so rare"
("But who was it this week?"
the people declare)
"He loves to be wanted and petted
and loved"
("But who will be next week?"
they push and they shove
and with angry red faces
he is pinned to the wall)
"No, not yet, citizens!

"Tell me, do you recall
that I left with a kiss
and came back to the cold
of an actor -
so frightened -
because I broke the mold?

"From the very first day,
he assumed I had come
to demand of him caring
and loving and some of the very long list
of what he's unequipped 
to provide to so lost
and so wanting a soul

"I did want him more
than his life could afford
and paid dearly for all of my hopes
but even now, in the end -
all I want is a friend -
and I find that he still cannot cope

"It has bent me to anger 
and fury and hate
just to think that this man and his sex
could have made 
such an impact on me
and I've seen him tease others
with a touch like so many
reserve for their lovers.
I will not stand for more
of this worm -
I implore you!
Let us all raise our hands
and we'll have him un'man'ned!!"

And the crowd - what an uproar! -
they carried him over
to the city's best surgeon
and the patient, in horror -
with a sigh and a cough
his ambition, cut off. . .

- March 30, 1987, A.D.

Friday

Meet the New Boss


The Institution -
I'll always hate -
comes in a different form,
this time.

Little whiny people
watch you,
tell you what to do
they talk talk talk
about rules and problems -
it's always you.

Because you, you -
you know who you are
you've been through these places
and you've learned to ignore
the authority that nibbles
and bites at your reality.

You take a step back
you do what you have to
but you can't pretend
it's "for the good of the company"
then, you become a slave
to their money.

You have a life
beyond this place, and the next
you learn to get by
nothing more, nothing less. . .

- March 27, 1987, A.D.

Monday

My Natural Disaster


You touched me
and my soul was on fire
fire that burned through promises
through priorities,
through to passion itself

It was a fire of destruction,
breaking me away
from him -
burning a path back to you

And then, you became a wall of stone - 
hands raised against me -
you looked away.

You are the only one
You are the last one
You are the whole of desire
You are the soul of the fire. . .
and I come to you again
you look away

What makes a stone so hard
that was once fire?
You'll burn again, won't you,
when I touch you?
and blaze your path of destruction
back to me?

- Feb. 16, 1987, A.D.

A Wish


There was never a sweeter flower grown
than underneath your care
I wish I were a flower
that could spend my mornings there
And with a sunny look,
your eyes could wipe the tears away
From many emptier gardens
and more melancholy days. . .

- Jan. 12, 1987, A.D.

Friday

Snow


It blankets everything, doesn't it?                    What?
The snow
It makes you feel so warm
even though you're so cold
It's softer than a dove's feather
and brighter than the moon
on a clear Autumn night
So bright. . .
And silent as death during sleep,
creeping through the body
making every finger numb
to the hum of the energy of life.
Death is quiet in the snow
like a movie without sound
I scream, but my lips are frozen
Doesn't anybody hear?
I feel the snow blanket
my body and my face.
I fade away. . .

- Jan. 9, 1987, A.D.

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