November 22, 2010

re: txt poem

Blood may be common but is as lonesome
an aspect also as breath or mind
or ills To know a history is good
tonic spiked by poison pills

Today I didn’t even mind on
what type of gender or class or queer
I sprang from You musts so You musts
thus To forfend is a normativity

I too am a figure of speech To read
me is to touch me To hear me is to
pray with me Speak with my dying
tongues in your thriving mouth

Change change spare some change
Some of that jingle jangle mang
Roosting that city bus stop shelter
In full view coolly unacknowledged

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