Okay, I get a little angry sometimes…

Politics? Overly-gymed bros? Maybe Christians?

• “Victory“
• “To Steve the Gymboy: A Comment“

“Victory”

“Stand back, stand by”

I am about to know

I have loam and rock for a back
and blue-grey sky for a head

honor an orange sun yellow
and gaze purple into ink

rest in love
as I have done all these years,
wake to heartbeats
and sleep with all sighs.

Then 

when unripe Boys rape in dirt
and shoot dark;

masturbate dry pricks
blood-smear voided genitals

kill this body
gorge on dull meat
eat our kind
burn our memory;

then

my arms Earth and Sky
my companion-Sun
my love this man

envelop me
pierce this hell
carry me home.

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“To Steve the GymBoy: A Comment”

Yes.
You are strong.
A young blade of grass
standing up so tall and beautiful,
wide against your slender brothers,
a green I have not seen
proud in my envious buggy gaze.

You battled the breeze
and eagerly withstood all the mist
nature could throw at you.
After such fury,
more sure of yourself,
bro,
you flashed tall among those like you,
proud once more,
cocky.

But look up, too, if you dare,
and see the tree
that held your ground together
no longer tall beyond all others
but uprooted, dead on its side.

Ask yourself then,
little wide blade of grass,

if survival is simply another way of saying
you haven’t seen anything yet.

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