PLEASE (AF #4)

Please don’t let that smug conviction

cloud your truth

don’t let the mirrors show you back

the hard eyes of what your thought

it meant to be

adult

don’t contain

some act of loyalty to self

nobility of notions

at least they act

no you have to love you have to

cave to being concave to being

a plane that touches the lines of

all the other planes that make

the face of 

wet eyes,

glory be

MORE MARIAH (AF #3)

generic proclamations pasted atop

the most spiral staircase

crescendos

and than a hero comes along/

with the strength to carry on

anytime you need a friend/

I will be there

we don’t go dance

instead, cocooned

imagine new desperate

measures

for new desperate

times

how do you party when

you’re going extinct

how do you kiss how do you

siphon your adrenaline

and not devolve into

submission syrup

(when’s the first time you

got really drunk?)

the choir fills

the halls

AF #2

As self and selfishness take form

blind contour quivering out from the grey

blackest mascara black –

give me a kind sweet snarky

gay disco God, a deity of

responsible release

give me a clicking heel across

the fresh but ancient tile

give me a beat to

catch, to clap to

against and for

the Sunday chimes

AF #1

Fascism:

no questions no wonder no dreams.

Peace:

no secrets just gossip.

Is this what they had in mind,

from the stage?

Ripple white like the hem of a toga pulled aside

– voila for all the family men, all the polar fleece.

But fuck you from my bluetooth,

fuck you from my broom.

The tile will never be clean

the skin will never gleam

& meanwhile mineral earth 

remains unnamed:

to smell a thing  

this solemnly

scorned.