In vulnerable states,
like when a bird meets my gaze
or after a good knife fight,
I will sometimes admit to being a materialist,
with the small caveat
that I don’t know what material is.
I know what time it is,
but only when it’s the same time
as the broken clock in
Welcome to Planet Earth,
where books written by dead men
tell the living how to live.Where children who do not know how to live
teach their children how to live.Where children pray for miracles
using minds that are made of miracles
with clasped hands that are made of miracles.Where children
I have invented a synergistic dongle widget
which uses VPN robo-cybertechnology
to turn millionaires into billionaires.
get in on the ground floor
and invest.I have invented a new rechargeable battery
which is made entirely of eco-friendly materials
by the youngest slaves in Bangladesh.I have invented a virtual home assistant
called Amazon Snitch
We make magic with our eyes.We let the world sprout feathers and dance like a child
in the spotlight of our attention.We let our chests glow golden with the voice portals
of intergalactic Wal-Mart yodelers.We stay in that eyespace where pigeons are the same as dragons
Stop putting armor on that fancy suit, love.
The plate mail,
it clashes with your eyes.The world is not asking you
to be tough,
to be disengaged,
to be pulled back from the shit show,
to be numb to the psychic screaming
of chainsawed trees
and finless sharks.The world does not need
She went through her life
mostly unseen.Sure, people knew her name,
and could probably tell you what car she drove,
what teams she liked (the Eagles)
and her favorite band (also the Eagles).But it was a rough sketch;
a granular copy roughly hewn in sand.
Even her husband of many years
The first time
I did “the right thing”
and reported it
and lost my playground privileges.
The second time
I decided didn’t happen
because I wanted to keep
The third time
I didn’t want
to ruin his future.
And he said he was sorry.
That counts, right?
He said he was sorry
for drugging me
They used to tell us to be careful of the tea tree at night
because bad men hide in there.
But when the man showed us his dick on the playground
it was midday, sunny and cloudless,
and there wasn’t any tea tree around.
Little girls are not like little
Maidens, mothers, crones, queens, nuns, sluts and bitches!
Gather round my beauties;
I have something I need to tell you.
Something our mothers never taught us,
nor our teachers in the classroom:
If you surrender to a man completely
He will show you who he really is.
A man may wear ten
I was born in the land of parrots
where the deer hop around on hind legs
and the beavers have duck faces
and the screaming red ghosts of the indigenous haunt our dreams
and the men have cold eyes and horrible hands
and everyone cheers at the footy.
I see you,