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THE ACTIVIST BAr

 

I try but look

its difficult

 

did you do it

on your own?

 

is it paint?

or is it inc?

 

Like are those icebergs?

on your breasts?

 

I like the thawing state of each

the climate is at risk

 

I like the plunging parts and cracks

the ocean which they hit

 

sending thousands

of bubbles up

 

surface bound

and about to burst

 

which is to say

here’s what’s coming

 

when it comes to consequence

there is much to explore

 

if its your core

wave upon wave the colour of hell

 

if its your arms

rivers run dry

 

if its your bush

a fire gone wild

 

if I close my eyes

a tenderness comes to mind

 

like that

of a belly

 

I’ve never touched

a skin like that

 

I’ve never touched

a skin that black

 

though I’ve

wanted to

 

I like the dash

between your tits

 

the statements

under each

 

the naked truth

hits this bar

 

cunt with cause

makes men hard

 

Once, my mother closed her eyes

and all the candles burned out

 

I tried to open mine

but could barely see

 

what was right

in front of me

 

an ice cold beer

maybe

 

or an

ashtray

 

the same sort my father used to throw at me

when I stood in his way

 

My mother closed her eyes

and all the candles burned out

 

my brother hid his eyes in his palms

as if death made life too bright

 

Outside my window

falls little raindrops

 

outside yours

the storm’s already here

 

in the world beyond my perception

there are other perceptions

 

Look I lie

look its love

 

look there’s much

you don’t need to know

 

I’m a child

of the church

 

son

of privelege

 

I’m usually found

to throw my voice

 

on white flags

on symbolics

 

between silence and speech

I ride the bubbles to the beach

 

which makes me feel small

which makes me want to change

which makes me too

to want to roll my sleeves up

and stand for something

the way I stand now

with one hand out

as if we were to dance

and if we were to dance

where do I look?

in your eyes?

and where do I

put my hands?

 

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