Beg Approval
By TC Tolbert
The we that looks down on perspective.
Shared connective tissue; synaptic elbowroom
at dinner conversation. Your teeth dissecting a dog’s heart won’t change redirected traffic. Mother seahorse
thin, empty. Glasses strain through your hand.
Praise, protect slice after slice.
Wild Things
Respite in time honey.
It’s get going wild soon.
You’re to glimmer under
a thousand spotlights.
Those fuckers
will witness how ye
rise from the death
and ye shall have
monster heads
mounted
to yer childhood bedroom
wall.
No longer will yer mood
wax and wane.
Forever high tide …
Shed those stones from
ye hip pockets,
and skip them on
placid waters towards
the full moon.
Portrait of My Gender as [Inaudible]
I was god when my name you
you spoke to the nothing-
Adam ,
lit his own species.
So many became doctors.
Can it be between us?
My creation. I was made without
an image.
For a god to appear with never
a body, a voice? You wouldn’t
believe me the first day. I am
of air, the only stereo- one
pair will have to do.
I photograph
my name, there was a field & I
in it.
You can’t hear …
I’m there.
No Fucks Given
Discomposed
Resilient-posturing
quicksand ruination
Lay bare, unedited dysfunction
fuckup – if you prefer …
I’m not your fucking gaiety.
There is a heart in this chest!
Beating beautiful pain.
I’m no jester?
I’ve been digging my grave,
the only selfish act.
An act of defiance.
(Ungodly)
No fucks given.
None not even for god.
I am Friends-
with a shovel.
405 method not allowed
If you can’t forgive
If you you can’t ignore
You can only swirl
and disperse
Like the pappus of
a dandelion seed
In the wind
scurrying to lose it’s mind
Antifreeze
Trying to forget the awful sadness
dreaming of men in Bloemfontein
where it gets cold
colder
yet I drink antifreeze
for a few seconds of warmth
Then I die.