prayer for release
to the beauty of his
no limit no bound
bathed by a lighted exit
in the carceral institution
where he lay
with the grace of waiting
in faith long adrift
I recur
mouth my thong
lord, hear my prayer
I wear it like a sleep mask
how much longer
must I compare
virtue in all its verticality,
a waterfall uninterrupted,
how much longer?
god, I’m smoking and laughing and chanting and pleading
maybe I don’t believe in fate
but here I have no free will
in spiritual transience
this brings me solace
with no measure
to the expanse
of our allotted time
I get all the reprieve
of a motel desolate
with the turn
of a switch
can fate exist
in the same universe
as this?
I know my prayer
is singular,
a brook, slight, a creek
but I am echoed by many
braided into river
by spring
or seep
everyone deserves to be fucked
I pull from root to end
begging for unknown hands
to soothe me
if forces of above gathered
to pull, brush, braid my hair
maybe I could call it like I see
not that the other
owes me what I need
that I want to undo all a sense
of romance has done to me
but if the erotic
presumes asymmetry
well, everyone deserves a living
I try to transcend
to higher frequencies
succumb to setting
like a piece of furniture
fucked like a table
with one leg missing
you say I should dismantle what love is to me
that I’m reflecting only what one wants to see
the air plays with my hair and I attempt to,
what, not reach for a fantasy?
travel round back down
bring the sky into me
my ex dreamt
I needed bail money
but had a nudging feeling
he’d paid it already
walking around in Greece,
thinking he’d apply to jobs
picking up framed photos
that changed as soon as he touched them
holographically
in two cities at once
wading into the sea
sure if I went far enough
in all dimensions
I could spread horizontally
mouth to sand
promising a circle can’t break
how easily
nature can eclipse a body
but with you I’m new
and don’t yet know anything
except what I say is true
in that I felt it
I felt everything
cover the face of my memory
by a force
gravitate to end
disturb what’s animal
in profound perverse quiet
when there’s no silence pure
in palates of moisture and muscle
sound untamed immense
in possible overflow
go ahead and vomit on it
as you are really you as I am no longer
becoming but being in who I am really
alive by what comes
air pierced in wail
cut through window
a word first comes
like love like peace like fuck
drawn up
there is nothing I can grasp or know
in attempt to deepthroat a prayer
without response
I long to choose my oppressor
for everything I touch to be corrupt
re-name me
in augmentation of velocity
cover what I see
slit through finger slick
I tongue: love, I love, I love, I
love introduces the strange by way of familiar
familiar dissolving into strange
to be in-side love
dissolving with it
never entirely dispossessed
scenes charged by emotions already experienced
bound to images, there in the past
I fuck that lay bare
scene proceed let rapture
humble without plot or need
to wet water’s goal
we did make mistakes
by what is conditioned in me
I still don’t know