Archive for November 2009

And I begin with the eyes of a man
So broken, so tired!
From his feet, torn up from the marching of the distance
Necessary for respect, to his lips, that he slaps his tongue across to wet them,
To get more voice to keep speaking.
For this man loves another man, but to you he’s a sinner?
When do you draw the line between a murderer of a human and a lover of another?
I’ll do it now to keep distinction between the hurtful and the amorous.
This man, is not yet free to do what he wants. 

Two people hid
under a desk for twenty years,
while the sun snuck and shined
the truth up against
their faces. Painted in red,
they continued into the closet.
Soundproofed, their mouths
made no noise in the long run.
But for nearly as long as we slept,
they were forced to stare at the flash,
to look over their backs,
until the next day,
when they disguised each other.