Posts for June 19, 2025 (page 8)

The problem is not always the problem.
The solution is not always the solution.

Color is my muse
wave lengths make me light headed
I must be in love

                                                                                        what if nothing ever changes
                                                                        as that seems to be the case
                                                                                        I am stuck in a state of melancholy bliss
                                                                        all the world rearranges
                                                                                        I simply try to keep up the pace

Dedicated to The Bar Complex in Lexington, KY 

You are ray of color—
Lit against the scratched dance floor like a lesson.
A chalkboard of winding cuts, steep death drops,
Stiletto love beat into tile. Sweet sweat silhouettes. 
This is the place of learning. Of praise dance. 
Of binding and leather family, Drag Mother and Bear Daddy.
No kings but Drag Kings, all here to protect the Dolls.
Fearless flawless forces of joy overflowing in the streets.
Hell raising and fundraising for decades in every red town.
Brick by brick of tailored thick sequin stitch.
Hope drenched river of rainbow satin southern gown.
The MC calls himself a flight attendant as he points to all the exits.
Here and there, in this time, in this place, just in case,
We carry Pulse in our heart, in our muscles every name.
Hand fans snap in attention like a choir of applause.
Testosterone testimony. Joy overflowing in the front
pews of a packed house. Home where we live outright.
World of wonder in every corner, alley, and eye,
masked puppy love and might, poly ponies, and one more
kiss goodnight. Juliet as Romeo, Duke as Dutchess,
Dynasty of Nasty Women and Royal Zim, Xe, and Xey.
Dapper butch beaus spinning web of dream love on stage
for skin fade infatuants. Emophilia queerbillie babies
Basking monarch moth men, soft men, amen
and hymn as heat limelight. All diamonds and dollars
and dildos and “To those who feel big and to those who feel small,
drink up because we love them all”

I wake up in a teacher nightmare 

I’ve been reassigned

The assignment is to a different school

A different content

Each class a different part of the building

The number of students multiplying exponentially

Not being told until the morning of the first day of school

Just wandering around the building trying to figure out where the free-range children are.

Its June.  Sheesh.

snot drips to my chin,
so i pause and blink my eyes,
giggles breaking through

The first time I realized my father
knew the metaphysical poets was a
hot day in August when I was in the garage
looking for a tool that would smear acrylic
paint on a piece of barnboard. A yellowed,
tattered piece of paper, tacked inside his
toolbox caught my attention. My father 
carefully printed the words of John Donne,
“No man is an island, entire of itself.
Everyman is a piece of the continent.”
That day I felt so connected to the man,
the father, the consummate woodworker
creating with wood and metal his entire
life, metaphysical implements, a poetic
craft of his own, like Donne, he lived the
words, “Never send to know for whom
the bell tolls, it tolls for thee.”

Early Influences

At 14, I read
and re-read Tennyson’s
“In Memoriam,” 
with tears
pouring from my eyes.
At 16, I read
“The Sermon on the Mount”
at bedtime every night,
‘Til I had its passages
memorized.
Early influences,
so loved
Still.

Boy he loves them so
thinks all drive throughs carry them
searching the window
giving them the sad side-eye
like he besieges me on the sly.