if Superman was a Black gay man/ in love (and wanting to be free)

hush	
don’t explain
i know the danger of living
everyday indignities
shifting through supernatural odds
and superhuman desire
i know loneliness
entire worlds crumbling
into crystal hours of night
i know irony of regret
immune to sad songs
and goodbye speeches
and hungry looks of lonely people
who just want to be loved
anyway it doesn’t matter

lonely is lonely everywhere
i live in loneliness
falling in and out of love
with distant heartbroken
planets of rage
needing to conquer or hold
some big dick choir boy
or thug angel
i arm myself against
sunsets and one-night stands
terrified to kiss

once in a dream
i buried a jade box
of protection symbols
verses of poems
about that heroic spring
when we first met
i left the perfect solitary blues
of who i am
and traveled long ago
enduring creation
where black unicorns bathe
in hysterical moonlight
and kryptonite dragons graze
on lanthanum moths
O how they leave
only fragile
flicker
coaxing bombs and sunlight
from painful cocoons
a veteran obsessed
with the salamander’s mythology
consumed by a melody of constellations
i will never be able to explain

so many sorrows
i sign my reflection in
the looking glass
where youngbloods succumb
to regularly scheduled terror
and exploitation

indifference as contemptible
as nameless hurricanes
haunting the sea

behold an aging narcissus
elliptical shores
overwhelmed with starfish
dying time and time again
each song
an ecological disaster
splintered territory
punctuated by serpent incantations
blaring television silence from radio
programmed messages
i’ve learned to dream
in defiance of tomorrow

i don’t want to love
anoth
er man hiding
at the periphery of history
or dwarf into headlines
another Million Man March
an accident of Black liberation
or resilience i don’t want
to cradle another
love starved brother
until his downlow ego
barricades his shameful heart
or confusion retreats
to the back of his eyes
making peace with misery
too desperate to escape
Mapplethorpe’s mask and spleen
touch from strangers
too horny to give a damn
i don’t want to disappear
into a web of broken crescendo
cyberspace nuptials
whispered over smartphone apps
in chat rooms and bathhouses
hungover with hurt

i want to feel
stardust in my veins
unafraid of headhunters
or their weapons of illusion
every slavish reminder abandoned
in some beautiful destruction
or lonely territory
i want gritty laughter
a blind owl that cries
as it pulls flesh from bone
and stares through
ghostly projection
engraving trochaic absence
on invincible altars


Dear Lover
when you go when you go away
please don’t come back
transatlantic winds Desert Storms
treacherously forgetting
Wounded Knee and the Clotilda
terrified to speak the massacres of Red Summer
and the perpetual wars waged in your name
please don’t  weigh the shifting latitude and longitude
for guilty powers
threatened by every political prisoner
in occupied territory
   ghetto barrio favela internal colony
or concentration camp
who dares to notice the merciless
imperfections of an imperial sky
or cruel economy of happiness
trembling green   mad green
envy burning endlessly
greedy virtual cobalt green
ecstatic blood on the leaves
immortal green
evergreen
twisting and turning…
irate and hopeless

hush, Don’t explain

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