Leonardo da Vinci’s Vitruvian Man, circa 1487 (Creative Commons, Wiki images)
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 another 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