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

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 
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  	
at elliptical shores 
overwhelmed with starfish 
dying time and time again 
each song 	
an ecological disaster 
	a 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 between his thighs 	
makes 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 	
palms thick with guilt	 
loaded machine guns
aimed to split love open 
til imperfect sky
spews out deep green 
wounds deep as forgetting   	mad green 
envy burning endlessly 
greedy green 
ecstatic blood on the leaves 
immortal green
twisting and turning…
irate and hopeless

		hush Don’t explain

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